I A pretty girl at time o' gloaming Hath whispered me to go and meet her Without the city gate. I love her, but she tarries coming. Shall I return, or stay and greet her? I burn, and wait. II Truly she charmeth all beholders, 'Tis she hath given me this jewel, The jade of my delight; But this red jewel-jade that smoulders, To my desire doth add more fuel, New charms to-night. III She has gathered with her lily fingers A lily fair and rare to see. Oh! sweeter still the fragrance lingers From the warm hand that gave it me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HUMBLE-BEE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE CATARACT OF LODORE by ROBERT SOUTHEY LEE TO THE REAR [MAY 12, 1864] by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON THE SHIPS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH RESIGNATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |