THE zones of warmth around his heart, No alien airs had crossed; But he awoke one morn to feel The magic numbness of autumnal frost. His thoughts were a loose skein of threads, And tangled emotions, vague and dim; And sacrificing what he loved He lost the dearest part of him. In sculptured worship now he lives, His one desire a prisoned ache; If he can never melt again His very heart will break. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS SAVIOURS WORDS, GOING TO THE CROSSE by ROBERT HERRICK A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY by ANDREW MARVELL JUGGLING JERRY by GEORGE MEREDITH THE NATURAL FIRE by CLIFFORD ALLEN WHITE MOMENTS by KATHARINE LEE BATES IDYLL 6. CLEODAMUS AND MYRSON by BION THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 41. FAREWELL TO JULIET (3) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |