THEY told me she was still the same, In form, and mind, and heart; With freshly-dawning joy I came, And now in grief depart. Still round the forehead, smooth and white, The golden tresses twine, The face is fair, the step is light, As when I called her mine. And yet the mouth that once I kissed Is not the same as then; The smile of love I never missed Comes not for me again. More measured is the silver voice, The words more fitly said; But while she speaks, I half rejoice To feel my love is dead. The eyes are deeper than before, And far more subtly sweet; And yet I pray that mine no more Their altered glance may meet. My dream is past. I loved a child, The woman I resign; The world and she are reconciled, And now she is not mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRIVING INTO LARAMIE by JAMES GALVIN SOLDIER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |