I SEE him part the careless throng, I catch his eager eye; He hurries towards me where I wait; -- Beat high, my heart, beat high! I feel the glow upon my cheek, And all my pulses thrill; He sees me, passes careless by; -- Be still, my heart, be still! He takes another hand than mine, It trembles for his sake; I see his joy, I feel my doom; -- Break, oh my heart-strings, break! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROVING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GLASS HOUSES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MIDSUMMER FROST (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND, 1848 by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNET: TO HIS LUTE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN AFTER APPLE PICKING by ROBERT FROST |