Fasten your hair with a golden pin, And bind up every wandering tress; I bade my heart build these poor rhymes: It worked at them, day out, day in, Building a sorrowful loveliness Out of the battles of old times. You need but lift a pearl-pale hand, And bind up your long hair and sigh; And all men's hearts must burn and beat; And candle-like foam on the dim sand, And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky, Live but to light your passing feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEATS TO FANNY BRAWNE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SOTTO VOCE; TO EDWARD THOMAS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS SUMMER (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LADY'S DRESSING ROOM by JONATHAN SWIFT |