Author Barry Cornwall They call her beautiful: It may be so: All that I know is, when she leaves me, Dreams Rise up, and Visions, of some glory passed, Encompass me; and I remember soon, How planet-struck I was when she was by; Although I then saw nothing. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments