THE while my mad brain whirled around She only looked with eyes elate Immortal love at me. I found How deep the glance of love can wound, How cruel pity is to hate. I was begirt with hostile spears: My angel warred in me for you Whose gentle calmness all too fierce Made unseen lightnings to pierce My heart that dripped with ruddy dew. I know how on the final day The hosts of darkness meet with death: The angels with their love shall slay, Flowing to meet the dark array With terrible yet tender breath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STAR-TALK by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE NEGRO SPEAKS OF RIVERS by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES MAHMOUD by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT SEVEN TIMES ONE [- CHILDHOOD. EXULTATION] by JEAN INGELOW CELIA'S HOMECOMING by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON FOR THE INAUGURATION OF A PUBLIC SCHOOL, CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY by WALT WHITMAN MEMORY'S DOOR by MARY OTTO ASHER |