TWO top-knots not yet plaited into one. Of thirty years -- just beyond half. You who are really a lady of silks and satins Are now become my hill and stream companion! At the spring fountains together we splash and play: On the lovely trees together we climb and sport. Her cheeks grow rosy, as she quickens her sleeve-dancing: Her brows grow sad, as she slows her song's tune. Don't go singing the song of the Willow Branches, When there's no one here with a heart for you to break! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE RULETH NOT THROUGH HE RAIGNE OVER REALMES by THOMAS WYATT MOTHERHOOD by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 7. ON THE USE OF POETRY by MARK AKENSIDE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 94. AL-HADI by EDWIN ARNOLD NEIGHBOR NELLY by ROBERT BARNABAS BROUGH PICKING SKULLS AT VERDUN by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS |