IN midnight vision I myself have spied, As for some festival, in ruffles dress'd, In a black gala-coat and silken vest; -- My sweet and trusting love with scorn I eyed; And bow'd low down, and said "Art thou a bride?" "I wish thee joy, dear Madam, I protest!" And yet my lips reluctantly express'd The words so cold and tauntingly applied. And bitter tears then suddenly 'gan falling From her dear eyes, and in a sea of weeping Wellnight dissolved her image so enthralling. O lovely eyes, ye stars of love so kindly, What though ye, when awake, and e'en when sleeping Deceived me oft, I trust ye still as blindly! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE BOY BLUE by EUGENE FIELD IN HARDWOOD GROVES by ROBERT FROST CHARLESTON by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE UPON THE NIPPLES OF JULIA'S BREAST by ROBERT HERRICK REQUIEM FOR ONE SLAIN IN BATTLE by GEORGE LUNT TO THE SAME PURPOSE by THOMAS TRAHERNE |