A BROAD green sea the vineyard lay; He saw her pass along that way— The fair Anita A little kerchief on her head; A little mouth so small, so red, Had gay Anita. Plaiting the straw and singing sweet, He saw her with her bare brown feet— The fair Anita. "Oh, little joy of Spring," he said, And kissed the mouth so small, so red, Of gay Anita. But when the ripened grapes had come To stain the vines like purple foam (Ah, poor Anita!) He was not there; she did not sing; And all the joy had fled from Spring For fair Anita. Plaiting the straw with sweet lips dumb, She waits, and yet he does not come— Alas, Anita! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR VERSES TO -- --, ON THE FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF THEIR MARRIAGE by BERNARD BARTON IDYLL 15. THE EPITHALAMIUM OF ACHILLES AND DEIDAMIA by BION PRAYER FOR AMERICA by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE CATHEDRAL TOMBS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |