THERE never was a mood of mine, Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull, But you could ease me of its fever And give it back to me more beautiful. In many another soul I broke the bread, And drank the wine and played the happy guest, But I was lonely, I remembered you; The heart belongs to him who knows it best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT by EDWARD LEAR ON THE SLAIN AT CHICKAMAUGA by HERMAN MELVILLE ON A FLY DRINKING FROM HIS CUP by WILLIAM OLDYS BALLADE OF SCHOPENHAUER'S PHILOSOPHY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN THE WHITE LAND by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT ECLOGUE: THE TIMES by WILLIAM BARNES THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHERD; OR COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS by RICHARD BARNFIELD |