AH! phantom pale, why hast thou come with pace Thus slow, and such sad deprecating eyes? What! dost thou dream @3thy@1 presence could surprise One the born vassal of thy realm and race? I looked in boyhood on thy clouded face; In youth dissevered from all cordial ties, Heard the deep echoes of thy murmured sighs In many a shadowy, grief-enshrouded place; Therefore, O sombre Genius, be not coy! When have we dwelt so alien and apart I could not faintly feel thy muffled heart? Till even should hope's fruition softly shine, I well might deem beneath the mask of joy Lurked that sad brow, those twilight eyes of thine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE by THOMAS GRAY IN TIME OF 'THE BREAKING OF NATIONS' by THOMAS HARDY I DO NOT LOVE THEE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON STRANGE FILAMENT by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH SPANISH SPRING by JEAN D. ARMSTRONG |