SWEET eyes, sweet eyes, that now be in the dust, When you I had, the May was May in truth! The round world wore its white as youth did youth, Sweet eyes, sweet eyes, that now be in the dust! Of its old music is the wind's throat bare; June is not June; the rose hath lost its red, The pink its spice; the hollyhock is dead; There are no lilies blowing anywhere -- And yet, I came upon a grave to-day, By a church door, and there a thorn-bush stood, Astir with bees, abrim with blossoms gay, The one fair thing of field and hedge and wood. You lay beneath, sweet eyes, sweet eyes and true, And it was fair because, because of you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANTS OF MAN by JOHN QUINCY ADAMS DORA VERSUS ROSE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE FINDING OF LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE MYSTERIOUS CAT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY O, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME! by THOMAS MOORE A BALLAD OF DEATH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |