Dead Grecians
He worshipped her in quaint and quiet ways,
Linked her with loveliness, and taught her to be proud;
But once she ran, and crying in a cloud
Dark as her torment, intruded on his gaze,
Like a lost child, crying its soul aloud.
Linked her with loveliness, and taught her to be proud;
But once she ran, and crying in a cloud
Dark as her torment, intruded on his gaze,
Like a lost child, crying its soul aloud.
She robbed him of herself, for his cool praise,
And took sweet adoration from his days,
And now he loves dead Grecians, marble-browed.
And took sweet adoration from his days,
And now he loves dead Grecians, marble-browed.
