Out on the glassy surface of the lake The curling scrolls of foam roll lazily, Bizarre these waters, ominous, opaque, Where hid in deeps my soul loves crazily. Strange and endearing that lorn littoral Whose whirling spirals woo the stony sands And love's weft fancies' intricate cabal Play wanton poetry into my hands. As a green tree is dark and serious, Umbrageous holding wind-tossed cryptic charms, My sombre being thrills mysterious When love capricious breathes within my arms. Her I possess is not this woman here, Her hair, her laughter curving as a scroll, That changeful beauty, maddening and austere In my eyes' mirror, is but my own soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR WHAT AILS THIS HEART O'MINE? by SUSANNA BLAMIRE OUT A-NUTTEN by WILLIAM BARNES A GIRL'S SONG ON HER LOVER, PAIDIN RUADH by CHARLES BEWLEY MY NEW CLAM by STEPHANIE L. BINCKLI |