ONE time I wooed a maid (dear is she yet!) All in the revel eye of young Love's moon. Content she made me,—ah, my dimpling mate, My Springtime girl, who walked with flower-shoon! But near me, nearer, steals a deep-eyed maid With creeping glance that sees and will not see, And blush that would those yea-sweet eyes upbraid,— O, might I woo her nor inconstant be! But is not Autumn dreamtime of the Spring? (Yon scarlet fruit-bell is a flower asleep;) And I am not forsworn if yet I keep Dream-faith with Spring in Autumn's deeper kiss. Then so, brown maiden, take this true-love ring, And lay thy long, soft locks where my heart is. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIKE A BULRUSH by MARIANNE MOORE A GAGE D'AMOUR by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON GERANIUMS by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING by ROBERT HERRICK THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES; THE 10TH SATIRE OF JUVENAL, IMITATED by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) A FATHER OF WOMEN: AD SOROREM E. B. by ALICE MEYNELL |