ON the green margin of the brook Despairing Phyllida reclined, Whilst every sigh and every look Declared the anguish of her mind. "Am I less lovely then? (she cries, And in the waves her form surveyed;) Oh yes, I see my languid eyes, My faded cheek, my colour fled: These eyes no more like lightning pierced, These cheeks grew pale, when Damon first His Phyllida betrayed. "The rose he in his bosom wore, How oft upon my breast was seen! And when I kissed the drooping flower. 'Behold,' he cried, 'it blooms again!' The wreaths that bound my braided hair, Himself next day was proud to wear At church, or on the green." While thus sad Phyllida lamented, Chance brought unlucky Thyrsis on; Unwillingly the nymph consented, But Damon first the cheat begun. She wiped the fallen tears away, Then sighed and blushed, as who should say, "Ah! Thyrsis, I am won." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA GODS: 1 by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE DEPARTURE OF THE SWALLOW by WILLIAM HOWITT ALBERT SIDNEY JOHNSTON [APRIL 6, 1862] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD THE PROPHECY OF SAMUEL SEWALL by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE GOOD OLD DAYS OF 27 B.C. by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DEATH AND THE LADY; THEIR BARGAIN TOLD AGAIN by LEONIE ADAMS LILIES: 2. MY SWORD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DAY OF SURPASSING BEAUTY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |