BENDING between me and the taper While o'er the harp her white hands strayed, The shadows of her waving tresses Above my hand were gently swayed . With every graceful movement waving, I marked their undulating swell: I watched them while they met and parted, Curled close or widened, rose or fell. I laughed in triumph and in pleasure, So strange the sport, so undesigned! Her Mother turned, and asked me gravely, What thought was passing through my mind? 'Tis Love that blinds the eyes of Mothers! 'Tis Love that makes the young Maids fair! She touched my hand; my rings she counted Yet never felt the Shadows there! Keep, gamesome Love, beloved Infant! Keep ever thus all Mothers blind: And make thy dedicated Virgins In substance as in shadow kind \. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG FOR COLIN by SARA TEASDALE ARIZONA POEMS: 4. THE WINDMILLS by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE CONVERGENCE OF THE TWAIN; LINES ON LOSS OF THE TITANIC by THOMAS HARDY THE YOUTH WITH RED-GOLD HAIR by EDITH SITWELL FROM A YOUNG WOMAN TO AN OLD OFFICER WHO COURTED HER by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST TO SIR JOHN SPENSER KNIGHTE, ALDERMAN OF LONDON by RICHARD BARNFIELD |