When your eyes opened to my eyes, Without desire, without surprise, I knew your soul awoke to see All, dreams foretold, but could not be, Yet loving love, not loving me. When your eyes drooped before my eyes, As though some secret made them wise, Some wisdom veiled them secretly, I knew your heart began to be In love with love, in love with me. When your eyes fawned against my eyes, With beaten hunger, and with cries, In bitter pride's humility, Love, wholly mine, had come to be Hatred of love for loving me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE WORD MORE by ROBERT BROWNING THE SONNET by RICHARD WATSON GILDER ON SENESIS' MUMMY by LEONIE ADAMS DEAD LOVE by MARY MATHEWS ADAMS SONNET: LOVE'S DEPTH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 150 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |