Lone and alone she lies, Poor Miss 7, Five steep flights from the earth, And one from heaven; Dark hair and dark brown eyes, -- Not to be sad she tries, Still -- still it's lonely lies Poor Miss 7. One day-long watch hath she, Poor Miss 7, Not in some orchard sweet In April Devon, -- Just four blank walls to see, And dark come shadowily, No moon, no stars, ah me! Poor Miss 7. And then to wake again, Poor Miss 7, To the cold night -- to have Sour physic given -- Out of some dream of pain; Then strive long hours in vain Deep dreamless sleep to gain: Poor Miss 7. Yet memory softly sings Poor Miss 7 Songs full of love and peace And gladness even; Clear flowers and tiny wings, All tender, lovely things, Hope to her bosom brings -- Happy Miss 7. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST REDOUBT by ALFRED AUSTIN AN ANSWER TO THE PARSON by WILLIAM BLAKE THE RAINY DAY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE THROSTLE by ALFRED TENNYSON ODE TO WORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |