HE said he would meet her but she saw him not. Under the alders waiting where they hung Harsh dusty boughs as a hound lolls its tongue Near unreached waters when the noon is hot, She waited:—@3No, he never yet forgot!@1 And now with such sore reason why she clung In new necessity, she felt her young Expectancy rooted her in this spot. —If he came not, and never came again! Still rooted there her love shook like sere leaves, Then at the last into the road dust fluttered. He came not but fear came, linked fast with pain, And the grim certitude that never deceives, And tongue-tied shame that mad excuses muttered. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YEAR'S AWAKENING by THOMAS HARDY DISCONTENTS IN DEVON by ROBERT HERRICK TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PRELUDE. THE WAYSIDE INN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ENVOI by JOHN GNEISENAU NEIHARDT THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 52. WILLOWWOOD (4) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |