THOSE charming eyes within whose starry sphere Love whilom sat, and smiled the hours away,— Those braids of light, that shamed the beams of day,— That hand benignant, and that heart sincere,— Those virgin cheeks, which did so late appear Like snow-banks scattered with the blooms of May, Turned to a little cold and worthless clay, Are gone, forever gone, and perished here,— But not unbathed by Memory's warmest tear! Death thou hast torn, in one unpitying hour, That fragrant plant, to which, while scarce a flower, The mellower fruitage of its prime was given; Love saw the deed,—and as he lingered near Sighed o'er the ruin, and returned to heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO THE MISS WEBSTERS, WITH DR. AIKIN'S WISH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF AN OLD VISITATION COPY OF ARMS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LOST LAUGHTER by MINNIE HALLOWELL BOWEN THE MEISTERSINGER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |