OF love's wild glow I dreamt in former days, Of mignonette, fair locks, and myrtle twining, Of lips so sweet, with bitter words combining, Of mournful melodies of mournful lays. Those dreams have long been scatter'd far and banish'd, My dearest vision fled for evermore, And, save the burning glow I used to pour Into my tender numbers, all is vanish'd. Thou ling'rest still, deserted song! Now go, And seek that long-lost vision; shouldst thou meet it, On my behalf in loving fashion greet it, -- An airy breath to that dim shade I blow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIRAM POWERS' GREEK SLAVE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA by HENRY WOTTON TIGER LILIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A DEAD MOTHER by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE JAZZ BABY by BERTON BRALEY |