I, loving Beauty, must live Here on this barren bleak road: O little wind, why wander by To tantalize, to goad? You, who bring me perfume From blossoms on Beauty's breast Go -- I turn my face away, I am torn by too great unrest! Stop, touch this dust ere you pass, What bloom could lift from such earth? O little wind, drift on, drift on, Even you must not guess all my dearth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONTRACT by EMILY DICKINSON THE MEANING OF PRAYER by JAMES MONTGOMERY HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 5 by EZRA POUND SINCERE FLATTERY OF R.B. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN A SWEET NOSEGAY: AUTHOR MAKETH HER WILL & TESTAMENT: A COMMUNICATION . by ISABELLA WHITNEY THE PROEM. TO LOVE by PHILIP AYRES STANZAS SELECTED FROM THE PAINS OR MEMORY; A FRAGMENT by BERNARD BARTON |