SHE failed me at the tryst: All the long afternoon The golden day went by, Until the rising moon; But, as I waited on, Turning my eyes about, Aching for sight of her, Until the stars came out, -- Maybe 'twas but a dream -- There close against my face, "Beauty am I," said one, "I come to take her place." And then I understood Why, all the waiting through, The green had seemed so green, The blue had seemed so blue, The song of bird and stream Had been so passing sweet, For all the coming not Of her forgetful feet; And how my heart was tranced, For all its lonely ache, Gazing on mirrored rushes Sky-deep in the lake. Said Beauty: "@3Me@1 you love, You love her for my sake." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN FOR PROCESSION WITH CROSS AND BANNERS by SABINE BARING-GOULD A SOLILOQUY; OCCASIONED BY THE CHIRPING OF A GRASSHOPPER by WALTER HARTE LOVE LIES BLEEDING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FOUR THINGS [TO DO] by HENRY VAN DYKE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 28. WATERLOO by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |