YOU who turn to look on me, You seem to pity what you see;— Lips on phantom kisses fed, Eyes familiar with the dead, Hands that clasp a shadow tight, Feet that track a lost delight, Breast where memory panting lies, Hair stirred by disembodied sighs— Yet you who turn to look on me You need not pity what you see: The valley's depth proclaims the height, The shadow testifies to light, Joy's noons are set 'twixt night and night; And you, who turn to look on me, You see but what there @3is@1 to see, And not what was or what will be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAUGHERS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER INSCRIPTIONS: 1. FOR A GROTTO by MARK AKENSIDE TO MARY IN HEAVEN by ROBERT BURNS ITALY SWEET TOO! by JOHN KEATS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 23. AL-KHAFIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD POLAND by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN HYMN TO FIRE by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 41 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |