Poems with rhymes of were

What night was, if it were.
The loud red mouths of the fight
Are silent and shut where we are.

Did speak to my lady there:
But the rain fell fast, and loud blew the blast,
And I heard not what they were.

It seemed, so still the valleys were,
As if the whole world knelt at prayer,

As if we unfinished were,
Such blind gropings in us stir,

their wet grasp on my hair,
and the great natures of the hills
round me friendly were.

Three lovely sisters working were,
As they were closely set,
Of soft and dainty maiden-hair,

In the wizard airs that stir,
With a man so like himself
And the ghost of what you were.

She had an other-worldly air,
So like a flower she grew,
As if her thoughts and feelings were

Angel by name love called him, seeing so fair
The sweet small frame;
Meet to be called, if ever man's child were,

Though I thy Mithridates were,
Framed to defy the poison-dart,
Yet must thou fold me unaware

The blush of beauty, as it were!
When a man's heart with dreamy rapture
Would at the least, least touch of her

From those who came in scores a few there were
Who feared the devil more than fast and prayer,

And the beard and the hair
Of the River-god were

How like a mighty trumpet-call they stir
The blood. Such are the notes that men have sung
Going to valorous deeds; such tones there were

And the truest of friends ever after they were-
Oh, they lied in their teeth when they told me of her!

She gives away the garland from her hair,
She gives the gems that she will wear no more;
All the affections, whose love-signs they were,

Each and all like ministering angels were
For the Sensitive Plant sweet joy to bear,

Her stately neck, and arms were bare;
Her blue-veined feet unsandaled were;

They were my close companions many a year.
A portion of my mind and life, as it were,

Their catering care,
Veiled smiles bespoke their thought
Of what we were.