A withered silence filled my chest of sorrow With mildewed fancies till she cam to me; My world she made of laughter and tomorrow -- A lonely sail that gemmed a wasted sea. Her wisdom was a spendthrift, lavishing On me a costly cloak of fertile power; She led me up a steep path to the spring To taste eternity, bubbling in an hour. But I forgot the equipage I wore, The magic sifted whiteness of her mind Coloring life; vaunted is burgeoned lore Of riches taken, leaving a debt behind. From her I got but gave no wealthiness: Fleeced I the giver, yet am penniless. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 57. AL-HAMID by EDWIN ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 31. 'TIS YIELDING GAINS THE LOVER VICTORY by PHILIP AYRES THE MODERN TIPPLING PHILOSOPHERS by JAMES HAY BEATTIE ELECTRIC LIGHT-VERSE by L. ALLEN BECK |