In those mysterious jewels of your eyes, Wrought with vain truths, and wrought with vainer lies, When passion made me wizard, I have read, And turned away, blind with exceeding dread. I never knew you; you could give your whole Heart's life, but not the silence of your soul; I never knew you when you loved me most, And now that you are that unquiet ghost, Part of the very element of fire, A breath, a flame, a shadow of desire, I know that I shall never ravel out The vision from the shadowy veils of doubt; For is it not the pure alone are wise To read the wizard beryl of your eyes? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON HIS DEPARTURE HENCE by ROBERT HERRICK THE INDIAN UPON GOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE TRAGEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ALARIC AT ROME by MATTHEW ARNOLD MASSACRE OF THE MACPHERSON by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN TICKER TAPE by ELIZABETH KELTY BEITEL |