I LOVED you: men have writ and women have said they loved, but as the Pythoness stands by the altar, intense and may not move, till the fumes pass over; and may not falter nor break, till the priest has caught the words that mar or make a deme or a ravaged town; so I, though my knees tremble, my heart break, must note the rumbling, heed only the shuddering down in the fissure beneath the rock of the temple floor; must wait and watch and may not turn nor move, nor break from my trance to speak so slight, so sweet, so simple a word as love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WASTE LAND (1-5, COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE ALLEY. AN IMITATION OF SPENSER by ALEXANDER POPE ON ROBERT RIDDELL by ROBERT BURNS THE FIRST NEMEAEAN ODE OF PINDAR by ABRAHAM COWLEY THE DEAD TREE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |