DOST ask me of these blossoms bright, Whose gift they are? They come to me whence comes delight, And whence despair. Thence come they where my life is set For evermore, From her for whom I now forget All loves of yore. And why I love her to excess Dost bid me show? Alas! myself I cannot guess, But this I know: That through her eyes so soft and bright Her soul doth shine, And in her smile was captured quite This heart of mine. And as a bird in meshes caught Flutters in vain, The more upon her lips 'tis sought The more 'tis ta'en. And therefore she whose blossoms bright My treasure are, Is she who causes my delight And my despair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTELLECT by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A WOMAN'S QUESTION by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE AT [OR AFTER] CORUNNA by CHARLES WOLFE THE FORSAKEN by C. HAMILTON AIDE CHRISTMAS EPITHALAMIUM by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. |