THOU hast lost thy love, poor fool, Creep into thy bed and weep. Loss must be a maiden's school, Loss and love and one long sleep. Half her time perplex'd with tears Till the dust end all her years, -- All her fears. Was thy love so gracious, lass? Never such a love before In this old world came to pass, Nor shall be for evermore. Sweet and true, a king of men, None like him shall come again, -- Come again. Was thy bud so precious, lass, Opening to a perfect rose? Till between the leaves, alas! Winter fell in flaky snows. Then, ah! then, its crimson side Brake upon the briers and died, -- Brake and died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YELLOW BADGE by RUTH SCHECHTER ALEXANDER SONG: 3 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD OUT OF AN OLD BOOK by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE DEAR ADVENTURER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON OUR OLD VERMONT LUMBER WAGON by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY LOCHIEL'S WARNING by THOMAS CAMPBELL RECOLLECTION by CONRAD CHITTICK DEATH'S LECTURE AT THE FUNERAL OF A YOUNG GENTLEMAN by RICHARD CRASHAW |