Beset with doubts, in agony I sat quite long alone and thought How from her service I might be free, Until a comfort gladness brought. This thing a comfort I can hardly call, 'Tis scarce a baby comfort--oh, so small! And if I tell you, you'll be mocking me: Yet without cause no one can happy be. A little stalk has made me glad to-day; It promised happiness I never knew: I measured with a stalk of straw in play, As I had often seen the children do. Now listen, if her heart my love has heeded: "She loves--loves not--she loves!" Which way my hands would bend, "She loves me!" always was the end. So I am happy; only--faith is needed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH STANDS ABOVE ME by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MELANCHOLY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS INCIDENT CHARACTERISTIC OF A FAVOURITE DOG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH GHOST STARS by MADELEINE AARON THE BAKER'S VAN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE MYSTIC CIRCLE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: SEVENTH ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |