My way from the woods I was wending: There stood the old house still. My love, as of old, was bending Far over the window-sill. Another man she has taken, I was far in the battle's din. How all has turned out!--Ah, forsaken, I wish a new war would begin! Her child at the wayside was playing; Such likeness to her it bore! I kissed its red lips while saying: "God bless thee forevermore!" But she was frightened: I wandered. She lingered and gazed after me, And shook her fair locks and pondered, And knew not who I might be. The woods were murmuring gladly, I stood by a tree on the height; My hunter's horn I blew sadly: It throbbed as in dreams through the night. At morn, when the songbirds dally, She wept and her heart was sore. But I was gone far from the valley; And now she will see me no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JOHN BROWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A THUNDER-STORM (2ND VERSION) by EMILY DICKINSON A LITTLE DUTCH GARDEN by HARRIET WHITNEY DURBIN BALLAD: TIME OF ROSES by THOMAS HOOD A NYMPH'S PASSION by BEN JONSON LINES TO A NASTURTIUM (A LOVER MUSES) by ANNE SPENCER |