Upon her eyes they gazed, And they were sore amazed; All wine-consumers find How wine consumer the mind. Her glances all men dread, But she still keeps her head; The bearer of the blade Needs not to be afraid. My eager eyes upleapt To greet her, and I wept; The clouds, that swim below The sun, with rain o'erflow. I weep, when I recall Her stature slim and tall; Upon his bough the dove Sighs his lament of love. She left me, and my breast A sombre grief oppressed; At sunset over all The world deep shadows fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER ON THE THREE PHILOSOPHICAL POETS by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE TEN COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE SANTAYANA INDIAN SUMMER by SARA TEASDALE SUNSET: ST. LOUIS by SARA TEASDALE |