I lose myself within thy mind - from room To goodly room thou leadest me, and still Dost show me of thy glory more, until My soul, like Sheba's Queen, faints, overcome, And all my spirit dies within me, numb, Sucked in by thine, a larger star, at will; And hasting like thy bee, my hive to fill, I " swoon for very joy" amid thy bloom; Till - not like that poor bird (as poets feign) That tried against the Lutanist's her skill, Crowding her thick precipitate notes, until Her weak heart break above the contest vain - Did not thy strength a nobler thought instil, I feel as if I ne'er could sing again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PEACE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMEDAY BOOK: MIRIAM FAY'S LETTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |