HE: DOWN in the glen By the trysting tree, Somebody's sister is waiting for me. Under the stars, In the dewy grass Waiting for me -- the poor little lass! And I sit alone In my cozy den, A much better place than that clammy glen, And I think of her tears As she waits in vain Till it seems almost cruel to give her such pain. SHE: Down in the glen By the trysting tree, Somebody's brother is waiting for me; Waiting in vain, Though it may seem cruel, But how can I help it -- the poor little fool! I know I'm not faithful As he is -- but then, Women are never as constant as men He'll never forgive me; I know I'm to blame, But he might have treated me some day the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST THE YANKEE PRIVATEER by ARTHUR HALE SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 9. AT THE ALTAR-RAIL by THOMAS HARDY LARABELLE; CANTO FIRST by LEVI BISHOP CASUAL MEETING by MARGARET E. BRUNER DOGS ABOUT THEIR BUSINESS by CLARISSA BUCKLIN |