God knows how often, by her father's door, We two have wandered in the cypress shade, Her lovely head in sweet surrender laid Upon my shoulder; and that was no more Than one year gone. Last night a stupid bore (Well-meaning dolt!) felt he must lend his aid. Presented me! With what cool poise arrayed, "I feel quite sure that we have met before!" You gabbling parlor gossips, here's a bit Of luscious scandal you will never know! Wise cypress trees, with silence cover it; You never saw two lovers, pacing slow! From memory I have wiped out every trace; And she -- no mask is like her placid face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOSTESS' DAUGHTER by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 33. RED DAWN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ARTEMIS PROLOGUIZES by ROBERT BROWNING HARVEST by ELLEN MACKAY HUTCHINSON CORTISSOZ THE TRANCE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |