ROMANCE is writ for me with many names Of fair loved faces, each page a design Blazoned and tinctured, this with saffron flames Enshrining fancy, that with opaline Rays of mad hopes, half sunlight, half moonshine, This last with the sole gold of passionate blames Enjoyed and harvested and made divine By Love's long memory far outlasting Fame's. —Leave it untouched, the rose-sweet manuscript. Youth lies asleep in it, its spellbound knight. Turn not the leaves lest he should wake dismayed. This page alone stands open, unequipped Of any hue save friendship's black and white, Named with one name that needs not be afraid. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE FOR WOLFRAM by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE by ELIZABETH I ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON FRIENDS BEYOND by THOMAS HARDY THE TREE OF LIFE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |