BLACK' ON frowns east on Maidon, And westward to the sea, But on neither is his frown laden With scorn, as his frown on me! At dawn my heart grew heavy, I could not sip the wine, I left the jocund bevy And that young man o' mine. The roadside elms pass by me, - Why do I sink with shame When the birds a-perch there eye me? They, too, have done the same! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES by ROBERT BURNS SHIRK OR WORK? by GRACE BORDELON AGATE SONNET: POOR LISA by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE TWO GRAVES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE CANTICLE OF LOVE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON DARKNESS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |