ACCUSE me not, beseech thee, that I wear Too calm and sad a face in front of thine; For we two look two ways, and cannot shine With the same sunlight on our brow and hair. On me thou lookest with no doubting care, As on a bee shut in a crystalline; Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine, And to spread wing and fly in the outer air Were most impossible failure, if I strove To fail so. But I look on thee -- on thee -- Beholding, besides love, the end of love, Hearing oblivion beyond memory; As one who sits and gazes from above, Over the rivers to the bitter sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF EOGHAN RUADH (OWEN ROE) O'NEIL by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE ALLIGATOR by BEATRICE WITTE RAVENEL PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON FOR LACK OF GOLD by ADAM AUSTIN SLOW TO COME, QUICK A-GONE by WILLIAM BARNES URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THIS STORY MORALIZED by WILLIAM BASSE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 31 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |