ENCHANTRESS, touch no more that strain! I know not what it may contain, But in my breast such mood it wakes My very spirit almost breaks. Thoughts come from out some hidden realm Whose dim memorials overwhelm, Still bring not back the things I lost, -- Still bringing all the pain they cost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOW TIDE ON GRAND-PRE by BLISS CARMAN THE FALL; A GREAT FAVORIT BEHEADED by LUIS DE GONGORA THE BRIDE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE ENOCH ARDEN by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CLOUDS: SOCRATES' EXPERIMENTS by ARISTOPHANES |