O woman! I am jealous of the eyes That look upon you; all my looks are spies That do but lurk and follow you about, Restless to find some guilty secret out. I am unhappy if I see you not, Unhappy if I see you; tell me what That smile betokens? what close thing is hid Beneath the half-way lifting of a lid? Who is it, tell me, I so dread to meet, Just as we turn the corner of the street? Daily I search your baffling eyes to see Who knows what new admitted company? And, sick with dread to find the thing I seek, I tremble at the name you do not speak. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FINDING OF LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE KINGS by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY MEN WHO MARCH AWAY' (SONG OF THE SOLDIERS) by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: 24 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE COLLAR-BONE OF A HARE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS WHITE HEAD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN |