They'd told me he was hoar and old, They'd told me he was weak and worn, And wonder-bound did I behold Him merry as a summer morn. Bound, wonder-bound; but when I found Thine eyes upon his eyes had beam'd, I only had been wonder-bound Had he to me less merry seem'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOON ON FORRESTER'S POND by HAYDEN CARRUTH PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RETORT by GEORGE POPE MORRIS THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 15 by OMAR KHAYYAM VERLAINE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |