WHY go to Saint-Juliot? What's Juliot to me? Some strange necromancy But charmed me to fancy That much of my life claims the spot as its key. Yes. I have had dreams of that place in the West, And a maiden abiding Thereat as in hiding; Fair-eyed and white-shouldered, broad-browed and brown-tressed. And of how, coastward bound on a night long ago, There lonely I found her, The sea-birds around her, And other than nigh things uncaring to know. So sweet her life there (in my thought has it seemed) That quickly she drew me To take her unto me, And lodge her long years with me. Such have I dreamed. But nought of that maid from Saint-Juliot I see; Can she ever have been here, And shed her life's sheen here, The woman I thought a long housemate with me? Does there even a place like Saint-Juliot exist? Or a Vallency Valley With stream and leafed alley, Or Beeny, or Bos with its flounce flinging mist? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED STATES by THOMAS HARDY THE WIND AND THE MOON by GEORGE MACDONALD VENICE by JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE SQUIRE'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER FIRE by STANTON ARTHUR COBLENTZ EPISTLE TO SIR THOMAS EGERTON, KNIGHT, LORD KEEPER OF THE GREAT SEAL by SAMUEL DANIEL |