AS in the hostel by the bridge, I sate Mailed with indifference fondly deemed complete And (O strange chance, more sorrowful than sweet) The counterfeit of her that was my fate, Dressed in like vesture, graceful and sedate, Went quietly up the vacant village street, The still small sound of her most dainty feet Shook, like a trumpet blast, my soul's estate. Instant revolt ran riot through my brain; And all night long, thereafter, hour by hour, The pageant of dead love before my eyes Went proudly; and old hopes broke loose again From the restraint of wisely temperate power, With ineffectual ardour sought to rise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOYS OF THE ROAD by BLISS CARMAN THE WATER WHEEL by ABU ABD ALLAH STANZAS ADDRESSED TO SOME FRIEND GOING TO THE SEA-SIDE by BERNARD BARTON MELANCHOLIE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT FLANDERS NOW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO THE AUTHOR OF A SONNET BEGINNING 'SAD IS MY VERSE' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |