'Whom seek you here, sweet Mistress Fell?' 'One who loved me passing well. Dark his eye, wild his face -- Stranger, if in this lonely place Bide such an one, then, prythee, say @3I@1 am come here to-day.' 'Many his like, Mistress Fell?' 'I did not look, so cannot tell. Only this I surely know, When his voice called me, I must go; Touched me his fingers, and my heart Leapt at the sweet pain's smart.' 'Why did he leave you, Mistress Fell?' 'Magic laid its dreary spell -- Stranger, he was fast asleep; Into his dream I tried to creep; Called his name, soft was my cry; He answered -- not one sigh. 'The flower and the thorn are here; Falleth the night-dew, cold and clear; Out of her bower the bird replies, Mocking the dark with ecstasies, See how the earth's green grass doth grow, Praising what sleeps below! 'Thus have they told me. And I come, As flies the wounded wild-bird home. Not tears I give; but all that he Clasped in his arms, sweet charity; All that he loved -- to him I bring For a close whispering.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAVE PAINTING by HAYDEN CARRUTH RELIGION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CREPUSCULE DU MATIN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE FALL OF RICHMOND [APRIL, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE EARLY RISING by JOHN GODFREY SAXE FANTAISIES DECORATIVES: 2. LES BALLOONS by OSCAR WILDE THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH |