SHE stood beneath the vine-leaves flushed and fair; The dimpling smiles around her tender mouth, Seemed born of mellow sunshine of the South; A light breeze trembled in her unbound hair; No young Greek goddess, in the violet air Of vales immortal, shone with purer grace; A delicate glory touched her form and face, Whence the sweet soul looked on us, nobly bare, -- As Heaven itself, unclouded: -- thus she stood, But when I saw her next (O God! the woe!) Love, mirth, and life had fled forever more; Prostrate she lay, about her a dark wood, And many a helpless mourner, wailing low; The cruel waves which drowned her lapped the shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RAIN MUSIC by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. THE RUINED MAID by THOMAS HARDY THE SONG OF THE SHIRT by THOMAS HOOD WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ANNABEL LEE by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE END OF THE DAY by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT THE LAND OF NOD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 27. THE POWER OF ELOQUENCE IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |