The Unloved To His Beloved Poem by William Alexander Percy

The Unloved To His Beloved



Could I pluck down Aldebaran
And haze the Pleiads in your hair
I could not add more burning to your beauty
Or lend a starrier coldness to your air.

If I were cleaving terrible waters
With death ahead on the visible sands
I could not turn and stretch my hands more wildly,
More vainly turn and stretch to you my hands.

Monday, March 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: coldness,hair,heart
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