I LOVE to think this fragrant air I breathe in the deep-bosomed night Has mixed with beauty, and may bear The burden of a heart's delight. This may have been the burning breath That uttered Deirdre's love. It may Have been a note outlasting death As Sappho sang her heart away. It may have fanned a joy so deep That Ilium must pay the price, And under desert sand must sleep Heroes and towers in sacrifice. And this rich air, it may have been, - To bring these dreams, so sweet a throng, - Sighed by the lovely listening queen While Solomon had sung his song. So it will take from me, from thee, Ere from our being it departs, And keep for lovers yet to be All the enchantment of our hearts | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 27. WHEN SIR BEELZEBUB by EDITH SITWELL BEAUTIFUL WOMEN by WALT WHITMAN BURNING STRAWPILES by EVA K. ANGLESBURG ERE THE GOLDEN BOWL IS BROKEN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: CHRIST'S SYMPATHY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON CHARADES: 1 by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY BOSTON NURSERY RHYME: RHYME FOR A GEOLOGICAL BABY by FLAVIUS JOSEPHUS COOK |