The piteousness of passing things Haunts her beseeching eyes, the stir Of those appealing lips, and stings My senses, hungering for her, With over-much delight, that brings A presage of departing things. Death in her lilied whiteness lives, The shadow of Death's eternal lust After the delicate flesh that gives The life of lilies to the dust. Ah, if thy lust my love forgives, Death, spare this whitest flesh that lives! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A STORM IN THE DISTANCE (AMONG THE GEORGIAN HILLS) by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE ULTIMA THULE: THE TIDE RISES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE THING TO DO by GAMALIEL BRADFORD MY TOCHER'S THE JEWEL by ROBERT BURNS |