WE shall see her no more On the balcony, Smiling, while hurt, at the roar As of surging sea From the stormy sturdy band Who have doomed her lord's cause, Though she waves her little hand As it were applause. Here will be candidates yet, And candidates' wives, Fervid with zeal to set Their ideals on our lives: Here will come market-men On the market-days, Here will clash now and then More such party assays. And the balcony will fill When such times are renewed, And the throng in the street will thrill With to-day's mettled mood; But she will no more stand In the sunshine there, With that wave of her white-gloved hand, And that chestnut hair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORINNA TO TANAGRA, FROM ATHENS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A RECIPE FOR SALAD by SYDNEY SMITH THE BANISHED LOVER by ABD AL-RAHMAN AL-MUSTAZHIR ALL THIS by REBA MAXWELL AVERY DELIVERANCE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE CHILDREN'S CRUSADE by JOHANNES ROBERT BECHER WHOM THE GODS LOVE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE MUSIC OF THE SEA by QUINTIN BONE PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: GERARD DE MANDEVILLE by ROBERT BROWNING |