I SAW the figure of a lovely Maid Seated alone beneath a darksome tree, Whose fondly-overhanging canopy Set off her brightness with a pleasing shade. No Spirit was she; 'that' my heart betrayed, For she was one I loved exceedingly; But while I gazed in tender reverie (Or was it sleep that with my Fancy played?) The bright corporeal presence -- form and face -- Remaining still distinct grew thin and rare, Like sunny mist; -- at length the golden hair, Shape, limbs, and heavenly features, keeping pace Each with the other in a lingering race Of dissolution, melted into air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN WITH THE HOE'; A REPLY by JOHN VANCE CHENEY ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 8. AMORET by MARK AKENSIDE THE LAME SHEPHERD by KATHARINE LEE BATES GOOD NIGHT by HESTER A. BENEDICT THE VERMONT 'HIRED MAN' by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |