I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale as deadly pale, My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked "What could I ail?" My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start; They spoke as chords do from the string And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice? Is love's bed always snow? She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love's appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before: My heart has left its dwelling-place And can return no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER BY THE LAKESIDE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE STRANGER by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA AFTER YEARS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS A MIGRANT THRUSH by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT DEATH'S JEST-BOOK by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES GORMFLAITH'S SONG, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY NAN'S SONG, FR. MIDSUMMER EVE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |