@3Love met me at noonday -- Reckless imp, To leave his shaded nights And brave the glare -- And I saw him then plainly For a bungler, A stupid, simpering, eyeless bungler, Breaking the hearts of brave people As the snivelling idiot-boy cracks his bowl, And I cursed him, Cursed him to and fro, back and forth, Into all the silly mazes of his mind, But in the end He laughed and pointed to my breast, Where a heart still beat for thee, beloved.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBERT OF LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT COLUMBUS by EDWARD EVERETT HALE THE STORK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM THE NATURAL FIRE by CLIFFORD ALLEN TASTE, AN EPISTLE TO A YOUNG CRITIC by JOHN ARMSTRONG EPITAPH ON THE TOMBSTONE OF A CHILD, LAST OF SEVEN THAT DIED BEFORE by APHRA BEHN THE PESSIMIST by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AU CAFE *** by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |