| Arched like the bow of Cupid.|| 1|
| Blind as he who closes|
His eyes to the light and will not have it shine.
| As changeful as the spring.|| 3|
|Changed like one who knows his time must be|
But short and bitter.
| Chaste as the virgin, and the cold pure saint.|| 5|
Like flies to the sheer precipice.
| Creamy as the opening rose.|| 7|
| Dead as wood.|| 8|
| Fades like a once-heard tale.|| 9|
| Your face is as fair and bright|
As the foam on the wave in the morning light.
| Far as human man is from the brute.|| 11|
| Fluttering like a prisoned bird.|| 12|
|More foolish than the prodigal who eats|
The husks of sense.
| Lifeless as the icy moon.|| 14|
|Lonely as the home of kings|
When the slow hours on leaden wings
Oppress the friendless great.
|Ah! love is like a tender flower|
Hid in the opening leaves of life,
Which, when the springtide calls, has power,
To scorn the elemental strife.
as the icy moon.|| 17|
| All my days|
Passed like an empty vision.
| Pure as any maid.|| 19|
| Smile like sunlight in a rippling sea.|| 20|
| Sober as is the tender voice of home.|| 21|
| Soulless as is the brute.|| 22|
| He sped as speeds the wind.|| 23|
| Spread out, wide as the width of mind.|| 24|
| Still as the Spring-tide comes.|| 25|
| Strange as a dream.|| 26|
| A sudden flash, as from a sunlit jewel.|| 27|
|Red like lips disclosing|
Twin rows of fairy pearl.
As with some spiritual ecstasy.
| Trippd, like a lamb playful and void of fear, through daisied grass and young leaves.|| 30|
| Twist like fell ghosts that fear the light.|| 31|
| Whisper like the voice within the shell.|| 32|