THERE are some faces, rarely met, That weave a weird and winsome spell, Just as the songs we ne'er forget Of Kubla Khan and Christabel; And these—so strange and fine—eclipse The silken swarm of rosebud dyes; Though silence loiters on the lips, Sad poems warble with the eyes. And such a face, sweet child, is thine, Thine in the blossom of thy days— Ah! woe is me! that love of mine Should nestle in that magic gaze! We met but once, and 'mid my brain The flames of sorcery arise— Oh! should we ever meet again, Speak to me, darling, with thine eyes! Through many lands I sought to find Some idol nobler than the Past; No more a pilgrim pale and blind, I've found thee, loveliest, at last! At last, I scan thy warm, white brow, At last, the Mecca planets rise— The wizard charm is on me now— Speak to me, darling, with thine eyes! And with thine eyes, beloved, speak The subtle thought that keeps me strong, The sacred hope that fires my cheek In combat with the base and wrong. Better the everlasting night Than glittering with the world's disguise, But while the Heaven is in their light, Speak to me, darling, with thine eyes! My days are dark, and still I think To claim thee in this globe of ours— Brimming the swart Vesuvian brink, Volcanic brows are fringed with flowers; Together, by eternal meads That broaden up to healthier skies, My heart shall answer with its deeds What thou art speaking with thine eyes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE PARTED IN SILENCE by JULIA CRAWFORD A COUNTRY BURIAL by EMILY DICKINSON PALINGENESIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 14. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF CATHERINE THOMASON by JOHN MILTON AUTUMN DAY by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE FARMER'S SOLILOQUY by ROBERT CHARLES O'HARA BENJAMIN PARAPHRASE; FAILURE AND SUCCESS by LEVI BISHOP |