The park is filled with night and fog, The veils are drawn about the world, The drowsy lights along the paths Are dim and pearled. Gold and gleaming the empty streets, Gold and gleaming the misty lake, The mirrored lights like sunken swords, Glimmer and shake. Oh, is it not enough to be Here with this beauty over me? My throat should ache with praise, and I Should kneel in joy beneath the sky. O, beauty, are you not enough? Why am I crying after love, With youth, a singing voice, and eyes To take earth's wonder with surprise? Why have I put off my pride, Why am I unsatisfied, -- I, for whom the pensive night Binds her cloudy hair with light, -- I, for whom all beauty burns Like incense in a million urns? O beauty, are you not enough? Why am I crying after love? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DOUBTFUL CHOICE by EDWARD DE VERE LEAVE A KISS WITHIN THE CUP by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS A THREAD OF HAIR by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER A MORNING AFTER MOURNING by WILLIAM BASSE ASPIRATIONS: 7 by MATHILDE BLIND SOME HASTY RHYMES ON SLEEP by NATHANIEL COTTON CHLOE DIVINE by THOMAS D'URFEY THE TESTAMENT OF JOHN DAVIDSON: THE LAST JOURNEY by JOHN DAVIDSON |