Locks of brown, still bind your captive In the circle of her face! I, beloved sinuous tresses, Naught possess that's worth your grace— But a heart whose love enduring Swells in youthful fervor yet: Snow and mists envelop Etna, Making men the fire forget. Yonder mountain's pride so stately Thou dost shame like dawn's red glow; And its spell once more bids Hatem Thrill of spring and summer know. Once more fill the glass, the flagon! Let me drink to my desire. If she find a heap of ashes, Say, "He perished in her fire!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KING OF SPAIN by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE BLESSED VIRGIN, COMPARED TO THE AIR WE BREATHE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 82. AL-RAWUF by EDWIN ARNOLD FALSE LOVE AND TRUE LOGIC by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD SELFISHNESS by MARGARET E. BRUNER FUNERAL MASS: REQUIEM by BORIS NIKOLAYEVICH BUGAYEV |