I hear that maiden still Of Keinton Mandeville Singing, in flights that played As wind-wafts through us all, Till they made our mood a thrall To their aery rise and fall, 'Should he upbraid' Rose-necked, in sky-gray gown, From a stage in Stower Town Did she sing, and singing smile As she blent that dexterous voice With the ditty of her choice, And banished our annoys Thereawhile. One with such song had power To wing the heaviest hour Of him who housed with her. Who did I never knew When her spoused estate ondrew, And her warble flung its woo In his ear. Ah, she's a beldame now, Time-trenched on cheek and brow, Whom I once heard as a maid From Keinton Mandeville Of matchless scope and skill Sing, with smile and swell and trill, 'Should he upbraid!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HERITAGE by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT A RUNNABLE STAG by JOHN DAVIDSON A MIDSUMMER'S NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST by CHARLES HARPUR JIM BLUDSO [OF THE PRAIRIE BELLE] by JOHN MILTON HAY A LETTER FROM A GIRL TO HER OWN OLD AGE by ALICE MEYNELL |