Like moon-dark, like brown water you escape, O laughing mouth, O sweet uplifted lips. With the peering brain old ghosts take shape; You flame and wither as the white foam slips Back from the broken wave: sometimes a start, A gesture of the hands, a way you own Of bending that smooth head above your heart, -- Then these are vanished, then the dream is gone. Oh, you are too much mine and flesh of me To seal upon the brain, who in the blood Are so intense a pulse, so swift a flood Of beauty, such unceasing instancy. Dear unimagined brow, unvisioned face, All beauty has become your dwelling place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK by ROBERT HERRICK RAIN IN SUMMER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR TO A GENTLEMAN & LADY ON THE DEATH ... CHILD NAMED AVIS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |