She wanders through the city like a troubled ghost, And where she passes her eyes light the lingering fire Of a consuming, void, inexorable desire; She passes, the Destroying Angel of Love's host. Her heart is as a little loving woman's heart, Her hands are full of pity, and of love her eyes; Yet at her look there withers, at her touch there dies, The lily of peace, love's flower that life has set apart. Alluring, pale, she passes; and to her control The kingdoms of men's strength are given; and none can trace In the Destroying Angel's pale alluring face A hungering heart, a silent proud appealing soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE ENTHUSIAST by HERMAN MELVILLE UNCLE OUT O' DEBT AN' OUT O' DANGER by WILLIAM BARNES A WINTER LANDSCAPE by MATHILDE BLIND SOUNDS OF THE CITY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |