I. YEA! all the beauty of sorrow, like a crown, All sorrow of beauty, like a crown of thorn, Genius of dreaming things, by thee is borne! Shall not the brooding languors loading down The bounden lovely breast, like veils that drown The faintly-striving limbs, be sloughed and torn? And shall it soon be waking and red morn, And plague and fire in delicate Florence town? O Hylas-beauty, poignant, perilous, O luring, yearning curves of throat and chin, Whereby is written Love's desire, Love's dread! Whose captive art thou? What sarcophagus Holds thee its victim, and thy darker Twin, Immortals thralled for ever to the Dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOLDIER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: CHARLES WARREN, THE SHERIFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |