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 

• From Milton: And did those feet by William Blake by William Blake
• Blind Man’s Buff by William Blake by William Blake
• XVI: Some Verses: Of Conquerouris by William Alexander by William Alexander
• XV: Some Verses: Ciprian’s Smyling by William Alexander by William Alexander
• XIV: Some Verses: To Mr. Edward Allane by William Alexander by William Alexander
• XIII: Some Verses: On A Report On The Death Of The Author by William Alexander by William Alexander
• A Slumber did my Spirit Seal by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• A Sketch by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• A Poet’s Epitaph by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• A Parsonage In Oxfordshire by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• A Morning Exercise by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• A Jewish Family In A Small Valley Opposite St. Goar, Upon The Rhine by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• A Gravestone Upon The Floor In The Cloisters Of Worcester Cathedral by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• A Complaint by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• XII: Some Verses: Sonnet, To The Authour by William Alexander by William Alexander
• XI: Some Verses: To His Worthy Friend Master Walter Quin by William Alexander by William Alexander
• X: Some Verses: To His Most Affectionate Friend Mr. Lithgow by William Alexander by William Alexander
• VII: Some Verses: On The Death of John Murray by William Alexander by William Alexander

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