HE loved her, having felt his love begin With that first look, -- as lover oft avers. He made pale flowers his pleading ministers, Impressed sweet music, drew the springtime in To serve his suit; but when he could not win, Forgot her face and those gray eyes of hers; And at her name his pulse no longer stirs, And life goes on as though she had not been. She never loved him; but she loved Love so, So reverenced Love, that all her being shook At his demand whose entrance she denied. Her thoughts of him such tender color took As western skies that keep the afterglow. The words he spoke were with her till she died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 23 by THOMAS CAMPION SYMPHONY IN YELLOW by OSCAR WILDE SATIRE: 1 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS THE PRAYSE OF LADY PECUNIA by RICHARD BARNFIELD BOUGHT WITH A PRICE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |