DEW on her robe and on her tangled hair; Twin dewdrops for her eyes; behold her pass, With dainty step brushing the young, green grass, The while she trills some high, fantastic air, Full of all feathered sweetness: she is fair, And all her flower-like beauty, as a glass, Mirrors out hope and love: and still, alas! Traces of tears her languid lashes wear. Say, doth she weep for very wantonness? Or is it that she dimly doth foresee Across her youth the joys grow less and less, The burden of the days that are to be: Autumn and withered leaves and vanity, And winter bringing end in barrenness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAM SONG: 1 by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE PRETTY GIRL OF LOCH DAN by SAMUEL FERGUSON CENTENNIAL MEDITATION OF COLUMBIA by SIDNEY LANIER EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 44. TEARS THE SYMPTOM LOVE by PHILIP AYRES ON MISS HELEN FAUCIT'S JULIET by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE JACKET OF GREY by CAROLINE AUGUSTA BALL |