BEENY did not quiver, Juliot grew not gray, Thin Vallency's river Held its wonted way. Bos seemed not to utter Dimmest note of dirge, Targan mouth a mutter To its creamy surge. Yet though these, unheeding, Listless, passed the hour Of her spirit's speeding, She had, in her flower, Sought and loved the places - Much and often pined For their lonely faces When in towns confined. Why did not Vallency In his purl deplore One whose haunts were whence he Drew his limpid store? Why did Bos not thunder, Targan apprehend Body and Breath were sunder Of their former friend? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER LEFT ME by KAREN SWENSON PEACE; A STUDY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY UPON A WASP CHILLED WITH COLD by EDWARD TAYLOR THE REQUEST. TO LOVE by PHILIP AYRES ECLOGUE: TWO FARMS IN WOONE by WILLIAM BARNES ON THE LIGHTHOUSE AT ANTIBES by MATHILDE BLIND FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 1ST SERIES. SPIES ALTERA; TO THE FUTURE MANX POET by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |