I watch'd thy merry gambols on the sand, And ask'd thy name beside the morning sea; Sweet came thine answer, with thy little hand Upon the spade, and thy blue eyes on me, Millie Macgill. I know not where thou art, Since that brief greeting by Ardrossan shore, But still thy guileless voice delights my heart, Though I should never see nor hear thee more. Where art thou, little darling of the past? Since that bright morn the silent years have flown, And now thy beauty must be fully grown: Dost thou still live? Art thou unwedded still? Or are those silver sounds disjoined at last, Thy seaside names of Millie and Macgill? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AGONY [AGONIE] by GEORGE HERBERT DEWEY AT MANILA [MAY 1, 1898] by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON EPICUREAN by WILLIAM JAMES LINTON THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: PICTURE-WRITING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 3. AR-RAHEEM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE MOON OF RAMADAN by MATHILDE BLIND CLEVEDON VERSES: 3. SECUTURUS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: SECOND ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |