LADY fair, have we not met In our lives elsewhere? Darkling in my mind to-night Faint fair faces dare Memory's old unfaithfulness To what was true and fair. Long of memory is Regret, But what Regret has taken flight Through my memory's silences? Lo! I turn it to the light. 'Twas but a pleasure in distress, Too faint and far off for redress. But some light glancing in your hair And in the liquid of your eyes Seem to murmur old good-byes In our lives elsewhere. Have we not met, Lady fair? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WALT WHITMAN by HARRISON SMITH MORRIS CAPTAIN CARPENTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM FELISE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE HAYSWATER BOAT by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 38. THE RETREAT FROM MOSCOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |