LET mine eyes the parting take, Which my faint lips never can; Moments such as these might break Even the sternest heart of man. Mournfully doth Joy's eclipse, Shroud in grief Love's sweetest sign; Cold the pressure of thy lips, Cold the hand that rests in mine. Once the slightest stolen kiss -- O, what rapture did it bring! Like a violet's loveliness, Found and plucked in early spring. Now, no more my hand shall twine, Rose wreaths, sweetest love, for thee; Without, is summer's glorious prime, Within, weird autumn's misery. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S by ROBERT BROWNING AT CANDLE-LIGHTIN' TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AFTER THE PLEASURE PARTY by HERMAN MELVILLE ETHELWALD, FR. METRICAL HISTORY OF ST. CUTHBERT by BEDE GOD OF PROGRESS by ALICE GILL BENTON |