This man knew out the secret ways of love, No man could paint such things who did not know. And now she's gone, who was his Cyprian, And you are here, who are "The Isles" to me. And here's the thing that lasts the whole thing out: The eyes of this dead lady speak to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDEPENDENCE DAY, 1956, A FAIRY TALE by JAMES GALVIN TAPS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLACK MONKEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD PLACES 1. TWILIGHT (TUCSON) by SARA TEASDALE HE RULETH NOT THROUGH HE RAIGNE OVER REALMES by THOMAS WYATT |