You are beautiful and faded Like an old opera tune Played upon a harpsichord; Or like the sun-flooded silks Of an eighteenth-century boudoir. In your eyes Smoulder the fallen roses of out-lived minutes, And the perfume of your soul Is vague and suffusing, With the pungence of sealed spice-jars. Your half-tones delight me, And I grow mad with gazing At your blent colours. My vigor is a new-minted penny, Which I cast at your feet. Gather it up from the dust, That its sparkle may amuse you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CELSUS AT HADRIAN'S VILLA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MY SENSES DO NOT DECEIVE ME by MARIANNE MOORE THE GARDEN OF LOVE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS THE COMBAT, BETWEENE CONSCIENCE AND COVETOUSNESSE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |