No more alone sleeping, no more alone waking, The dreams divided, thy prayers in twain; Thy merry sisters to-night forsaking, Never shall we see thee, maiden, again. Never shall we see thine, thine eyes glancing, Flashing with laughter and wild in glee, Under the mistletoe kissing and dancing, Wantonly free. There shall come a matron walking sedately, Low-voiced, gentle, wise in reply. Tell me, O tell me, can I love her greatly? All for her sake must the maiden die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAD WOMAN'S SONG by KAREN SWENSON FREDERICKSBURG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN DISPRAISE OF THE MOON by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE SPRING by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO HESTER [SAVORY] by CHARLES LAMB THE LOVER: A BALLAD by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU MR. PETER'S STORY: THE BAGMAN'S DOG by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ON THE LOSS OF PROFESSOR FISHER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |