BECAUSE our talk was of the cloud-control And moon-track of the journeying face of Fate, Her tremulous kisses faltered at love's gate And her eyes dreamed against a distant goal: But soon, remembering her how brief the whole Of joy, which its own hours annihilate, Her set gaze gathered, thirstier than of late, And as she kissed, her mouth became her soul. Thence in what ways we wandered, and how strove To build with fire-tried vows the piteous home Which memory haunts and whither sleep may roam,-- They only know for whom the roof of Love Is the still-seated secret of the grove, Nor spire may rise nor bell be heard therefrom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST REDOUBT by ALFRED AUSTIN THE LION'S RIDE by FERDINAND FREILIGRATH SILENCE SINGS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE THE MORAL FABLES: THE COCK AND THE FOX by AESOP INVITATION by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 3 by WILLIAM BLAKE NOVEMBER MORNING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |