The Princess sat lone in her maiden bower, The lad blew his horn at the foot of the tower. "Why playest thou alway? Be silent, I pray, It fetters my thoughts that would flee far away. As the sun goes down." In her maiden bower sat the Princess forlorn, The lad had ceased to play on his horn. "Oh, why art thou silent? I beg thee to play! It gives wings to my thought that would flee far away, As the sun goes down." In her maiden bower sat the Princess forlorn, Once more with delight played the lad on his horn. she wept as the shadows grew long, and she sighed: "Oh, tell me, my God, what my heart doth betide, Now the sun has gone down." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FONTAINEBLEAU (AUTUMN) by SARA TEASDALE THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH: A DREAM OF PONCE DE LEON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH MAUBERLEY: 5. MEDALLION by EZRA POUND IO VICTIS by WILLIAM WETMORE STORY SCARECROW by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE TWO MOTHERS by VIRGINIA BULLOCK-WILLIS FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 13. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE NINETH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |