She is all so slight And tender and white As a May morning. She walks without hood At dusk. It is good To hear her sing. It is God's will That I shall love her still As he loves Mary, And night and day I will go forth to pray That she loves me. She is as gold Lovely, and far more cold. Do thou pray with me, For if I win grace To kiss twice her face God has done well to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOLUNTEER by HERBERT HENRY ASQUITH EPIGRAM: TO FOOL, OR KNAVE by BEN JONSON YEW-TREES by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE BALLAD OF A DAFT GIRL by DOROTHY ALDIS UNBELIEVABLE by EDITH GRACE BERKNESS HUNGER'S DANGER by MAGDA BRANDON BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE: PART 3 by ROBERT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. A MIGHTIER THAN MAMMON by EDWARD CARPENTER |