Fanny! If in your arms my soul could slip -- Arms that my love first fancied -- not the grave! Cities of Hate and Madness round me rave; And Love with anguished finger at the lip Fares shelterless! These have my fellowship -- Memory and Loneliness! What's left? To brave Death! But before it Tragedy: not to crave You changed or truly seen! The hemlock drip Of rains upon half-lived or ruined springs, Where you dance, smiling, numbs me now, and soothes Hopes that once sought a beauty gone before. Losses have stripped me! But the vanishings Of winter winds leave me to starry truths -- Who once desired you, but desire no more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOUSES OF DREAMS by SARA TEASDALE ON SOMETHING THAT WALKS SOMEWHERE by BEN JONSON SILENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT SONNET by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES DIANA by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX THE HARVEST by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT IMPROMPTU by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |