I KNOW not where she be, and yet I see her waiting white and tall. Her eyes are blue, her lips are wet, And move as tho' they'd love to call. I see her shadow on the wall Before the changing moon has set. She stands there lovely and alone And up her porch blue creepers swing. The world she moves in is her own, To sun and shade and hasty wing. And I would wed her in the Spring, But only I sit here and moan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MILTON'S PRAYER [OF PATIENCE, OR, IN BLINDNESS] by ELIZABETH LLOYD HOWELL TO CYNTHIA GONE INTO THE COUNTRY by PHILIP AYRES WASHINGTON by EVALYN TERRY BROOKS AUNT DOROTHY'S LECTURE by ADA CAMBRIDGE SONG: LOVER, IN DISGUISE OF AN AMAZON, DEARLY BELOVED OF HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE DEAD CHRIST by EDWARD CARPENTER |