WHEN summer comes, then you are near to me, I feel your phantom presence on my heart, In every wind the dead year speaks again, And every scene springs up to take its part. 'Twas such a day, as sweet a wind arose, To kiss with perfumed lips your brown blown hair; With brow perplexed and that odd smile you had, I wondered what you thought of, standing there. 'Twas here I stooped to pluck a drooping flower, You prayed so foolishly that you might keep; And here you turned a moment's space so cold, I only laughed for fear that I should weep. O phantom love! that haunts me restlessly, That from my passionate hands will ever fly, Fate owes me this, I will pursue and hold, Or, finding you but shadow, let me die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOHRAB AND RUSTUM by MATTHEW ARNOLD CATARINA TO CAMOENS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EIGHT O'CLOCK by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE HAUNTED PALACE by EDGAR ALLAN POE LUCY (4) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WOULD I KNEW! by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |