EYES, calm beside thee (Lady, couldst thou know!) May turn away thick with fast gathering tears: I glance not where all gaze: thrilling and low Their passionate praises reach thee -- my cheek wears Alone no wonder when thou passest by; Thy tremulous lids, bent and suffused, reply To the irrepressible homage which doth glow On every lip but mine: if in thine ears Their accents linger -- and thou dost recall Me as I stood, still, guarded, very pale, Beside each votarist whose lighted brow Wore worship like an aureole, "O'er them all My beauty," thou wilt murmur, "did prevail Save that one only:" -- Lady, couldst thou know! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMOIR OF A PROUD BOY by CARL SANDBURG THRENODY FOR A BROWN GIRL by COUNTEE CULLEN DARK ROSALEEN by TOMAS COSTELLO HE'D BE NOTHING BUT HIS VIOLIN by MARY KYLE DALLAS VASHTI by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER STONEWALL JACKSON; MORTALLY WOUNDED AT CHANCELLORSVILLE by HERMAN MELVILLE I HEARD YOUR SOLEMN-SWEET PIPES by WALT WHITMAN |