A STRANGE and charming tale still haunts my mind, Wherein a song the leading part assumes, And in the song there lives and twines and blooms A lovely specimen of womankind; And in this maiden is a heart enshrined, And yet no love that little heart illumes; Her loveless frosty disposition dooms Her life to suffer from her pride so blind. Hear'st thou how in my head the tale comes back? And how the song sounds solemnly and sad? And how the maiden titters softly yet? I only fear lest my poor head should crack. Alas! it would indeed be far too bad, If my unlucky reason were upset. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GARDEN FANCIES: 1. THE FLOWER'S NAME by ROBERT BROWNING TO SOME LADIES [ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL] by JOHN KEATS FABLE: 16 by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT DIRGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LOVE AND TIME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE WORD OF SUMMER by ELSA BARKER ON THE FUNERAL OF CHARLES I; AT NIGHT, IN ST. GEORGE'S CHAPEL, WINDSOR by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES TO THE DECEASED AUTHOR, UPON THE PROMISCUOUS PRINTING OF HIS POEMS by THOMAS BROWNE |