The widow'd Bridegroom sought the winter wood At eve, for Mary's vows were plighted there: When, as beneath the wild-rose arch she stood, He lovingly unwound her golden hair. The sun had set, the night was cold and still: There was no stir amongst the leafless trees: No voices from the hamlet or the hill Disturb'd his clear and silent memories. And so he mused and brooded o'er the past: He lived an hour with Mary's bygone sighs And smiles; he re-invoked her dear replies. But, when he left the hallow'd spot at last, He kiss'd the night-frost from the dusky spray, Where bloom'd the wild-rose of their trysting day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLAINT OF THE DISGUSTED BRITON IN THE STATES by GEORGE SANTAYANA WHEN FIRST MY WAY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN A PRAIRIE SUNSET by WALT WHITMAN THE VANISHERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THRENODY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH OH, MOTHER DEAR! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE HWOMESTEAD A-VELL INTO HAND by WILLIAM BARNES |