TIME'S sea hath been five years at its slow ebb, Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand, Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web, And snared by the ungloving of thine hand. And yet I never look on midnight sky, But I behold thine eyes' well memory'd light; I cannot look upon the rose's dye, But to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight. I cannot look on any budding flower, But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips And hearkening for a love-sound, doth devour Its sweets in the wrong sense:--Thou dost eclipse Every delight with sweet remembering, And grief unto my darling joys dost bring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VILLAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES BINGEN ON THE RHINE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON THE ARAB TO THE PALM by BAYARD TAYLOR IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE HOLY GRAIL by ALFRED TENNYSON THE OLD CAMP; WRITTEN IN A ROMAN FORTIFICATION IN BAVARIA by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE YOUNG THAT DIED IN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BARNES PSALM 128 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 44. FAREWELL TO JULIET (6) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |