O HURRY where by water among the trees The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh, When they have but looked upon their images -- Would none had ever loved but you and I! Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky, When the sun looked out of his golden hood? -- O that none ever loved but you and I! O hurry to the ragged wood, for there I will drive all those lovers out and cry -- O my share of the world, O yellow hair! No one has ever loved but you and I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF EOGHAN RUADH (OWEN ROE) O'NEIL by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS TO ONE IN BEDLAM by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON AT THE CANNON'S MOUTH by HERMAN MELVILLE THE BELLS OF YOUTH by WILLIAM SHARP |