I MARKED her ruined hues, Her custom-straitened views, And asked, "Can there indwell My Amabel?" I looked upon her gown, Once rose, now earthen brown; The change was like the knell Of Amabel. Her step's mechanic ways Had lost the life of May's; Her laugh, once sweet in swell, Spoilt Amabel. I mused: "Who sings the strain I sang ere warmth did wane? Who thinks its numbers spell His Amabel?" -- Knowing that, though Love cease, Love's race shows undecrease; All find in dorp or dell An Amabel. -- I felt that I could creep To some housetop, and weep, That Time the tyrant fell Ruled Amabel! I said (the while I sighed That love like ours had died), "Fond things I'll no more tell To Amabel, "But leave her to her fate, And fling across the gate, 'Till the Last Trump, farewell, O Amabel!'" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE TRAVELLER AT THE SOURCE OF THE NILE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS FAREWELL TO ARMS by GEORGE PEELE A MORTIFYING MISTAKE by ANNA MARIA PRATT COLUMBUS [AUGUST 3, 1492] by JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER YEW-TREES by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH LILIES: 18. A PICTURE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNET: FOR FREEDOM'S SAKE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON FIAMMETTA: SONNET. TO DANTE IN PARADISE by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO |