@2D@1ID he, madonna, on thy bosom turning, Look in thy woman-eyes and see soft fires Glowing and melting, passioning and yearning, Lit with the mother-light of far desires? O did he fix his still regard upon them, Learning their meanings manifold and strange, Climbing with wonder up to count and con them Ere they should vanish and the moment change? The visions that thy soul revealed him then, Though thou hast died, madonna, may never die: They dwell eternal in pure Imogen, Cordelia's truth and Desdemona's sigh, Rosalind's Arden, Miranda's island wave, Girlish Ophelia's love, and Juliet's grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HILLS by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE RETREATS by CARRIE ADAMS BERRY INTO CAPTIVITY by ALEXANDER BROWN SIC VITA by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYES by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |