Sunless days and starless nights, Bearing fruits of wrack and pain, Purge my lips of lover's vows, Bid me never hope again. Yet the longing of my soul, Oft denied, still faintly cries, For the heaven of your smile, And the starlight of your eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN OLD SWEETHEART [OF MINE] by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY TO A PORTRAIT by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 4 by GEORGE BARKER THE COYOTE CHORUS by ANNE BIRDSALL |