ONCE, being charmed by thy smile, And listening to thy praises, such As women, hearing all the while, I think could never hear too much, -- I had a pleasing fantasy Of souls that meet, and meeting blend, And hearing that same dream from thee, I said I loved thee, O my friend! That was the flood-tide of my youth, And now its calm waves backward flow; I cannot tell if it were truth, If what I feel be love, or no. My days and nights pass pleasantly, Serenely on my seasons glide, And though I think and dream of thee, I dream of many things beside. Most eagerly thy praise is sought, 'T is sweet to meet, and sad to part; But all my best and deepest thought Is hidden from thee in my heart. And still the while a charm or spell Half holds, and will not let me go; 'T is strange, and yet I cannot tell If what I feel be love, or no! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 16 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A THOUGHT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES LATE LEAVES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT DYING OF A COUGH by JOHN MILTON MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 2 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE PUMPKIN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |