EARLY love is swift and golden, Fond and foolish, too, perchance, But 'tis haloed by the olden, Golden moonlight of romance. Once its ripe aurelian bound me, Brimful with the birds of May— By the ruins that surround me, In shall bind no more—Jamais! Once I felt the blue above thee, Peri-peopled by thine art; But 'twas death in life to love thee, Woman of the diamond heart! Thou hast sown the sky with ashes, Made its constellations gray, While the wind-gust knells and gnashes Dirge-like to the night—"Jamais!" Though with purpose unbenighted, Though with intellect unshorn, Still my spirit, maimed and blighted, Bleeds beyond its battle morn. Herbless deserts, demon-haunted, Mark the fury of the fray, But that spirit, still undaunted, Bends to thee—Jamais! Jamais! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WEDDING BED IN MANGKUTANA by KAREN SWENSON THE OLD SQUIRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LOVE AND TIME by WALTER RALEIGH ON A CURATE'S COMPLAINT OF HARD DUTY by JONATHAN SWIFT THE TEARS OF THE POPLARS by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS SPRING WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |