YOU shun me, Chloe, wild and shy As some stray fawn that seeks its mother Through trackless woods. If spring-winds sigh, It vainly strives its fears to smother; -- Its trembling knees assail each other When lizards stir the bramble dry; -- You shun me, Chloe, wild and shy As some stray fawn that seeks its mother. And yet no Libyan lion I, -- No ravening thing to rend another; Lay by your tears, your tremors by -- A Husband's better than a brother; Nor shun me, Chloe, wild and shy As some stray fawn that seeks its mother. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEES IN CLOVER; A SONG by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 4. HER STORIES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH EPITAPH ON LEVI LINCOLN THAXTER; INSCRIBED ON A ROCK ABOVE THE GRAVE by ROBERT BROWNING MY PLEDGE by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. IN SPAERAM ARCHIMEDIS by CLAUDIAN STANZAS PRINTED ON BILLS OF MORTALITY: 1792 by WILLIAM COWPER |