A lovely vision fading out of sight, Pure waters fast a-draining, these may be Apt semblance of a truth well-known to thee, Poor pallid maid! thou canst not reunite Nor blend again the colours of thy heart - The secret nurture of a healthy mind Will long preserve, perchance may half impart, The cheek's pure glow, to sorrow ne'er assigned; But thine is cold and pale, as might beseem A rose-bud planted in a vase of snow, Which droops full soon, as it did surely know Of the thin flakes collapsing round its stem; Even thus thy cheek has lost its vital glow, Because there is no source of kindly warmth below! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMEDAY BOOK: MIRIAM FAY'S LETTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BUT NOT TO ME by SARA TEASDALE THE KNIGHT'S TOMB by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by ROBERT FROST SIC VITA by HENRY KING (1592-1669) ON THE BIRTH OF HIS SON by SU SHIH TO A SKYLARK (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON THE STATUE OF AN ANGEL, BY BIENAIME by WASHINGTON ALLSTON |