HE puts the poem by, to say His eyes are not themselves today! A sudden glamour o'er his sight -- A something vague, indefinite -- An oft-recurring blur that blinds The printed meaning of the lines, And leaves the mind all dusk and dim In swimming darkness -- strange to him! It is not childishness, I guess, -- Yet something of the tenderness That used to wet his lashes when A boy seems troubling him again; -- The old emotion, sweet and wild, That drove him truant when a child, That he might hide the tears that fell Above the lesson -- "little Nell." And so it is he puts aside The poem he has vainly tried To follow; and, as one who sighs In failure, through a poor disguise Of smiles, he dries his tears, to say His eyes are not themselves to-day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON CINQUAIN: NOVEMBER NIGHT by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY AUREOLA by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER ANOTHER REAPER by WILLIAM H. ARMSTRONG III A CLEAR NIGHT by KARLE WILSON BAKER PILLBOX by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE HISTORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA: BOOK 1 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |