That summer dawn, to Love and Edwin dear, Her sky-blue gown, her happy tears and smiles; And the broad harvests, stirring far and near, And softly floating to the gates and stiles; The meadow-sweet and wild rose dew-besprent, And her pure words of troth, where are they now? And the gay lark, that rose at once, and spent His morning-music on her earliest vow? He treads the sodden grass with weary foot At twilight, weeping for his promised bride: The wind blows cold; the corn has long been cut, And, three moons since, his plighted Ellen died! But lo! that glimmer in the watery rut! It is a star - in Heaven, yet by his side. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEAVES FIRST by CARL PHILLIPS GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: HOME TO FARGO by KAREN SWENSON THE SAGA OF THE SMALL-BREASTED WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 8 by THOMAS CAMPION EARLY MORN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE DINKEY-BIRD by EUGENE FIELD THE FALL; A GREAT FAVORIT BEHEADED by LUIS DE GONGORA A BALLAD OF THE FRENCH FLEET; OCTOBER, 1746 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |