FROM a rived tree, that stands beside the grave Of the self-slaughtered, to the misty moon Calls the complaining owl in night's pale noon; And from a hut, far on the hill, to rave Is heard the ban-dog. With loud wave The roused and turbid river surges down, Swoll'n with the mountain-rains, and dimly shown Appals the sense. -- Yet see! from yonder cave, Her shelter in the recent stormy showers, With anxious brow, a fond-expecting maid Steals towards the flood! -- Alas! -- for now appears Her lover's vacant boat! -- the broken oars Roll down the tide! -- What images invade! Aghast she stands, the statue of her fears! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW TO GET ON IN SOCIETY by JOHN BETJEMAN STANZAS FOR MUSIC (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON FATHER O'FLYNN by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES SIXTY-EIGHTH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MEMORIAL TO D.C.: 2. PRAYER TO PERSEPHONE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TEARS by TUMADIR BINT IBN AL-SHARID AL-KHANSA |