Because she spoke no word, but parted wide Her tantalising lips, and '@3ces yeux verts,'@1 Which the romantic poet Baudelaire Would have held half divine, methought I spied A fault in her; methought she gently tried To scout my love with smiling sedulous care, For that her fancy had gone otherwhere, And I had grown a shadow at her side. So long I begged her in my desperate fear For one kind word, one sigh, one tremulous breath. 'An you be shy, sweet, whisper in mine ear!' I said in anguish. Then quite suddenly She spake out loud:—'I have given my love to thee: Nothing shall change it till the change of Death!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EUROPE A PROPHECY by WILLIAM BLAKE THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK by ROBERT HERRICK HEART'S-EASE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR FAIRIES' SONG by THOMAS RANDOLPH CALVARY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MERCHANTS FROM CATHAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET LANGUID SEPTEMBER by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |