LONG before day I left my father's cottage, I went by the tamarisks upon the hedges by the sea, Seeking my lovely one, my comforter, before the morning. My brothers three lie drowned by Dolor Oogo. They call in the night: 'Little sister, when is the wedding? It is cold waiting, and thou a drudge in our father's cottage.' Now must I go and whisper them 'Not yet'— Not yet; but the thyme of the hedge kisses my naked foot— So will he kiss me soon, and comfort me, my pretty lover. Then will I kneel by him, and he shall bandage The wounds of the brambles, and I, kneeling beside him, Softly, my arm holding his waist, will kiss him—ah, when? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN A CUBAN GARDEN by SARA TEASDALE THE VISION (1) by ROBERT HERRICK SEVEN TIMES THREE [ - LOVE] by JEAN INGELOW TO A CYCLAMEN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR |