LIKE children in a starry night, When I beheld those eyes before, I gaz'd with wonder and delight, Insensible of all their power. I play'd about the flame so long, At last I felt the scorching fire; My hopes were weak, my passion strong, And I lay dying with desire. By all the helps of humane art, I just recovered so much sense, As to avoid, with heavy heart, The fair, but fatal influence. But, since you shine away despair, And now my sighs no longer shun, No Persian in his zealous prayer So much adores the rising sun. If once again my vows displease, There never was so lost a lover; In love, that languishing disease, A sad relapse we ne'er recover. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER (MARGERY CARRUTH, 1896-1981) by HAYDEN CARRUTH CHAMBER MUSIC: 8 by JAMES JOYCE CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: THE ROAD TO BUFFALO by KAREN SWENSON IN THE METROPOLITAN MUSEUM by SARA TEASDALE |