WHEN our glowing dreams were dead, Ruined our heroic piles, Something in your dark eyes said: "Think no more of love or smiles." Something in me still would say, "Though our dreamland palace goes, I have seen how in decay Still the wild rose clings and blows." But your dark eyes willed it thus: "Build our lofty dream again: Let our palace rise o'er us: Love can never be till then." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUSE by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH THE WITCH by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A LONDON FETE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE FISHER'S BOY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE VIERZIDE CHAIRS by WILLIAM BARNES FULLNESS OF THE BIBLE by H. J. BETTS PSALM 5. VERBA MEA AURIBUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |