Say, have you in the valley seen A gentle youth of pensive mien? And have you mark'd his pallid cheek, That does his secret sorrow speak? Perhaps you'd wish his name to hear— 'Tis Allen Brooke, of Windermere. But, ah! the @3cause@1 that prompts his sigh, That dims with tears his sparkling eye; That bids his youthful cheek turn pale, And @3sorrow's@1 hue o'er @3health's@1 prevail; @3That cause@1 from @3me@1 you must not hear— Ask Allen Brooke, of Windermere. Yet @3needless@1 were his @3words@1 to prove This sorrow springs from hopeless love; Go to the youth—of @3Jessy@1 speak, Then mark the @3crimson@1 on his cheek; @3That blush@1 will make the secret clear Of Allen Brooke, of Windermere. And, oh! believe his Jessy's breast Is still with @3answ'ring@1 cares oppress'd; But know, a father's stern command Withholds from him my willing hand: All but a @3father's frown@1 I'd bear For Allen Brooke, of Windermere. Then, gentle stranger, seek the youth, And tell him of his Jessy's truth; Say that you saw my alter'd cheek, My faithful bosom's anguish speak; Say that till death, I'll hold most dear My Allen Brooke, of Windermere. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHT MUST WIN by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER MY LOST YOUTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ASSAULT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY CITY AND VILLAGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON WOMEN'S WAR THOUGHTS by MARY HUNTER AUSTIN |