O Beauty, Passing Beauty!

O beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest sweet!
How can thou let me waste my youth in sighs?
I only ask to sit beside thy feet.
Thou knowest I dare not look into thine eyes.
Might I but kiss thy hand! I dare not fold
My arms about thee--scarcely dare to speak.
And nothing seems to me so wild and bold,
As with one kiss to touch thy blessed cheek.
Methinks if I should kiss thee, no control
Within the thrilling brain could keep afloat
The subtle spirit. Even while I spoke,
The bare word "kiss" hath made my inner soul
To tremble like a lute string, ere the note
Hath melted in the silence that it broke.

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Comments (19)

Good write, well put together
nice poem - the Blue the azure - it is the certain uncertainty lovely thanks
nice poem...I like the way it starts...Blue floats and hovers/it never comes to rest (meaning blue of sky and ocean, which is constantly moving and never at rest) ...
Better than either of the two classic poems selected for this day. KAPOW!
Exceptional metaphoric play throughout, young lady, indeed a well crafted and polished composition... ~FjR~
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