She lacked all analytic to infer, Knew not my suffering; though afterward, When things with us began to go so hard, She felt, she knew what I'd become for her Or tried to: "O my knight, my rescuer, From cave and forest, O my savior-prince, For whom I waited, O long since, long since, Without your coming, where and whither were My steps today!" -- Her poignant gratitude Would shame me into silence, into fear -- For on her lashes there would be the tear, And something not of earth in her wild mood. And from my neck I would unwind her arms, And quiet hers and hide my own alarms. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULYSSES AND THE SIREN by SAMUEL DANIEL NIGHTFALL (1) by WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN BROADWAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MESSAGES by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE WAITING BY THE GATE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE GIAOUR; A FRAGMENT OF A TURKISH TALE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |