She went as quiet as the dew From a familiar flower. Not like the dew did she return At the accustomed hour! She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer's eve; Less skilful than Leverrier It's sorer to believe! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DE PROFUNDIS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SANTORIN (A LEGEND OF THE AEGEAN) by JAMES ELROY FLECKER THE REVEILLE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE LOVE: AN ELEGY by MARK AKENSIDE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 10. TO THE MUSE by MARK AKENSIDE |