LIKE to a god he seems to me, O more than god, if that may be, The man who, seated next to thee, Gazes, and hears Thy laugh of love that snatched away My soul and sense: for on the day I saw thee, lady, voice could say Not any word; But tongue grew stark, and thro my frame Fed unforeseen a subtle flame, And rang my ears, and eyes became Veiled, as in night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TREE OF SONG by SARA TEASDALE THE PALACE OF ART by ALFRED TENNYSON TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON A THOUGHT ON DEATH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A SONG OF APPLE-BLOOM by GORDON BOTTOMLEY MOTHER -- 1927 MODEL by BERTON BRALEY |