For her these lines are penned, whose luminous eyes, Bright and expressive as the stars of Leda, Shall find her own sweet name that, nestling, lies Upon this page, enwrapped from every reader. Search narrowly these words, which hold a treasure Divine -- a talisman, an amulet That must be worn @3at heart@1. Search well the measure -- The words -- the letters themselves. Do not forget The smallest point, or you may lose your labor. And yet there is in this no Gordian knot Which one might not undo without a sabre If one could merely understand the plot. Upon the open page on which are peering Such sweet eyes now, there lies, I say, @3perdu,@1 A musical name oft uttered in the hearing Of poets, by poets -- for the name is a poet's too. In common sequence set, the letters lying, Compose a sound delighting all to hear -- Ah, this you'd have no trouble in descrying Were you not something, of a dunce, my dear -- And now I leave these riddles to their Seer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOSTON COMMON: 1774 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE MARTYRS OF THE MAINE by RUPERT HUGHES WALT WHITMAN by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS IN MEMORY OF GENERAL GRANT by HENRY ABBEY ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 15. TO THE EVENING STAR by MARK AKENSIDE |