I OFT have pale spectres before now Conjured with magical might; They refuse to return any more now To their former dwelling of night. The word that commands their submission I forgot in my terror and fear; My own spirits now seek my perdition, Within their prison-house drear. Dark demons, approach not a finger! Away, nor to torment give birth! Full many a joy still may linger In the roseate light of this earth. I needs must be evermore striving To reach the flower so fair; O, what were the use of my living If I may cherish her ne'er? To my glowing heart fain would I press her, Would clasp her for once to my breast, On her lips and her cheeks once caress her, With sweetest of torments be blest. If once from her mouth I could hear it, Could hear one fond whisper bestow'd, I would follow thee, beckoning Spirit, Yea, e'en to thy darksome abode. The spirits have heard, and draw nigh me, And nod with terrible glee: Sweet love, witn an answer supply me, -- Sweet love. O lovest thou me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHURCH-PORCH by GEORGE HERBERT ILLUSIONS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON LET ALL THE EARTH KEEP SILENCE by LUCY A. K. ADEE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 12. LIFE FOR LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 9. JURIS DOCTOR ... BOTTINIUS by ROBERT BROWNING BEAUTY by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |