NEW to the world, when all was fairy ground, And shapes romantic stream'd before my sight, Thy beauty caught my soul, and tints as bright And fair as fancy's dreams in thee I found. In cold experience when my hopes were drown'd, And life's dark clouds o'er-veil'd in mists of night The forms that wont to fill me with delight, Thy view again dispell'd the darkness round. Shall I forget thee, when the pallid cheek, The sighing voice, wan looks, and plaintive air, No more the roseate hue of health bespeak? Shall I neglect thee as no longer fair? No, lovely maid! If in my heart I seek, Thy beauty deeply is engraven there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN OF TRUST by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES MOON-BRIGHT DREAMS by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS MARATHON, SELECTION by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO IRON-FOUNDERS AND OTHERS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY NO SORROW PECULIAR TO THE SUFFERER by VINCENT BOURNE FO'C'S'LE YARNS: ENVOY. GO BACK! by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WANDERER: 4. IN SWITZERLAND: THE HEART AND NATURE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |