Through what strange garden ran The sultry stream whereon This languorous nenuphar of love could grow? Such melting ardours spending to the moon, From swoon to swoon! My wondrous moonflower white, Outspread in the warm night, Tinged with a rosy tint, a golden glow, And fervours of enchantment it must hide Till daylight died. It lies so soft and fond, Wilted in my hot hand, That was so dewy fresh an hour ago. "Can life be, then," my soul is pondering, "So frail a thing?" And all because I laid The snowy petals wide; Having heard tell, yet longing still to know, What sweet things youth might barter ignorance for, Once and no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH ODE TO THE CUCKOO by MICHAEL BRUCE IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON, FR. THE HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO ONE WHO HAD LEFT HER CONVENT TO MARRY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT QUIETNESS by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |