Will you sleep these dark hours, maiden, Beneath the vine that rested Its slender boughs, so purply-laden, All the day around that elm In the mead, nightingale-nested, Which you dark hill wears for an helm, Pasture-robed and forest-crested? There the night of lovely hue Peeps the fearful branches through, And ends in those two eyes of blue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF MARION'S MEN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE PARTY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SEA AND THE SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO by EDWARD LEAR HYMN TO SCIENCE by MARK AKENSIDE SATIRE: 5 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS |