No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness, For my surrounding air hath a new lightness; Slight are her arms, yet they have bound me straitly And left me cloaked as with a gauze of aether; As with sweet leaves; as with subtle clearness. Oh, I have picked up magic in her nearness To sheathe me half in half the things that sheathe her. No, no! Go from me. I have still the flavour, Soft as spring wind that's come from birchen bowers. Green come the shoots, aye April in the branches, As winter's wound with her sleight hand she staunches, Hath of the trees a likeness of the savour: As white their bark, so white this lady's hours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO ANGELS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE CASE OF ALBERT IRVING WILLIAMSON by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONNET: 2 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE VISION OF SPRING, 1916 by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD APPLE-BLOSSOM by MATHILDE BLIND TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE MEANING OF IT ALL by EDWARD CARPENTER |