I met the one I loved (But she my sickness proved), And ventured to exclaim A greeting in her name. She, who so scornfully Till then had turned from me, Most generously now Rained kisses on my brow. So Moses in his days Beheld a bush ablaze; He sought a burning rod, And heard the voice of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER BUCOLIC COMEDY: WHY by EDITH SITWELL THE WITCH by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE CATARACT OF LODORE by ROBERT SOUTHEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: EPILOGUE by ALFRED TENNYSON |