I saw her; she was lovely, And bright her eyes of blue, Whilst merrily her white white hands Over the harp-strings flew. I saw her and I loved her, I loved her for my pain, For her heart was given to another Not to return again. Again I saw her pacing Down the cathedral aisle; The bridal wreath was in her hair, And on her lips a smile; A quiet smile and holy, Meet for a holy place, A smile of certain happiness That lighted up her face. And once, once more I saw her, Kneeling beside a bed; The bright sun's rays were shining there, And shone upon the dead; From the body of her husband Earth's gloom they chased away, And she gazed on him without a tear, And hailed the coming day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SELF-SEEKER by ROBERT FROST THE ECHOING GREEN, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS by THOMAS HARDY TO HELEN (1) by EDGAR ALLAN POE |