A BEAM upon the myrtle fell From dewy evening's purest sky, 'Twas like the glance I love so well, Dear Eva, from thy moonlight eye. I looked around the summer grove, On every tree its lustre shone; For all had felt that look of love The silly myrtle deemed its own. Eva! behold thine image there, As fair, as false thy glances fall; But who the worthless smile would share That sheds its light alike on all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAST DAYS OF QUEEN ELIZABETH by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON A PRAYER IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH by ROBERT BURNS WINDSOR POETICS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO A CLASS IN SHAKESPEARE by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE A THUNDER STORM by WILLIAM COWPER IMPROMPTU ON WRITING A LETTER WITHOUT HAVING ANYTHING TO SAY by WILLIAM COWPER |