I HEARD thy name long ere we met, 'Twas sweet as though the words were set To music, and the soft refrain Rang in my soul and through my brain Like phantom thoughts of wild regret. I saw thee; with the sight the debt That life owed me was fully met, My heart leapt up with Love's sweet pain, Elizabeth. We danced the graceful minuet, Thy boon to me, a violet, I treasure still; its purple stain Dyed in the book where it has lain, Dyed in my heart that can't forget Elizabeth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL CHILD MARGARET by CARL SANDBURG |