Memory

I see her yet, that dark-eyed one,

Whose bounding heart God folded up

In His, as shuts when day is done,

Upon the elf the blossom’s cup.

On many an hour like this we met,

And as my lips did fondly greet her,

I blessed her as love’s amulet:

Earth hath no treasure, dearer, sweeter.

The stars that look upon the hill,

And beckon from their homes at night,

Are soft and beautiful, yet still

Not equal to her eyes of light.

They have the liquid glow of earth,

The sweetness of a summer even,

As if some Angel at their birth

Had dipped them in the hues of Heaven.

They may not seem to others sweet,

Nor radiant with the beams above,

When first their soft, sad glances meet

The eyes of those not born for love;

Yet when on me their tender beams

Are turned, beneath love’s wide control,

Each soft, sad orb of beauty seems

To look through mine into my soul.

I see her now that dark-eyed one,

Whose bounding heart God folded up

In His, as shuts when day is done,

Upon the elf the blossom’s cup.

Too late we met, the burning brain,

The aching heart alone can tell,

How filled our souls of death and pain

When came the last, sad word, Farewell!

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Poems in English 

• Not the Pilot. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Not Heat Flames up and Consumes. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• No Labor-Saving Machine. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Night on The Prairies. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Native Moments. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mystic Trumpeter, The. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Myself and Mine. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• My Picture-Gallery. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mother and Babe. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Miracles. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mediums. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Me Imperturbe. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mannahatta. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Manhattan Streets I Saunter’d, Pondering. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Look Down, Fair Moon. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Longings for Home. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Long, too Long, O Land! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Long I Thought that Knowledge. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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