As to some lovely temple, tenantless Long since, that once was sweet with shivering brass, Knowing well its altars ruined and the grass Grown up between the stones, yet from excess Of grief hard driven, or great loneliness, The worshiper returns, and those who pass Marvel him crying on a name that was, -- So is it now with me in my distress. Your body was a temple to Delight; Cold are its ashes whence the breath is fled, Yet here one time your spirit was wont to move; Here might I hope to find you day or night, And here I come to look for you, my love, Even now, foolishly, knowing you are dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRUTUS AND ANTONY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SUNFLOWER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE BLUE-BUTTERFLY DAY by ROBERT FROST A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 52 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE SONG OF A TRAVELLER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONNET FOR A PICTURE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS by MARIA ABDY |