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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FORSAKEN, by C. HAMILTON AIDE First Line: She sat beside the mountain springs Last Line: "he would not leave me here to die." | |||
SHE sat beside the mountain springs, Her feet were on the water's brink, And oft she wept when she beheld The birds that lighted there to drink; She wept: but as they spread their wings, Her sweet voice follow'd them on high: "He will return -- I know him well; He would not leave me here to die." And there she sat, as months roll'd on, Unmindful of the changing year; She heeded not the sun, or snow, All seasons were alike to her. She look'd upon the frozen stream, She listen'd to the night bird's cry: "He will return -- I know him well; He would not leave me here to die." And still she sits beside the springs, And combs the gold drips of her hair; Red berries for a bridal crown At early morn she places there. At every shadow on the grass She starts, and murmurs with a sigh, "He will return -- I know him well; He would not leave me here to die." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DANUBE RIVER by C. HAMILTON AIDE SPRING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE by CLAUDE MCKAY TO AN INTRA-MURAL RAT by MARIANNE MOORE RAIN AFTER A VAUDEVILLE SHOW by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MOST LOVELY SHADE; FOR ALICE BOUVERIE by EDITH SITWELL THE QUAKER WIDOW by BAYARD TAYLOR ON A VOLUME OF ANONYNOUS POEMS ENTITLED A MASQUE OF POETS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |
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