1 LONELY in the light of morning, Lonely in the light of morning , In the Forest's gladed stillness, In the Forest's gladed stillness, Exiled from the flowery meadows, Exiled from the flowery meadows, Trembling stand three delicate hairbells. Trembling stand three delicate hairbells. Pale, forsaken of your kindred. 2 Wherefore, like estrays of azure Pale, forsaken of your kindred, Lured by forest-pools from heaven, Wherefore, like estrays of azure Lurk ye here, ye tremulous hairbells? Lured by forest-pools from heaven, Lurk ye here, ye tremulous hairbells? In the footsteps of the morning. Lonely wandering in the wildwood, 3 I alone have seen the vision In the footsteps of the morning, Of your solitary beauty; Lonely wandering in the wildwood, I alone have seen the vision Of your solitary beauty; And I know not why ye haunt me Like familiar things, j'et strangely, With dim, ghostlike sense of strangeness, 4 Mystify this shadowy woodland. And I know not why ye haunt me Like familiar things, yet strangely, With dim, ghostlike sense of strangeness, In the footsteps of the morning. Mystify this shadowy woodland. Through forgotten fields of dreamland Wandering, have my lonely footsteps Stirred, long since, this virgin stillness? 5 In the footsteps of the morning, Through forgotten fields of dreamland Do these dew-dimmed branches know me? Wandering, have my lonely footsteps Or these crags and shadowy places? Stirred, long since, this virgin stillness? What embalmed enchantment breathe I, That enraptures and affrights me? 6 Do these dew-dimmed branches know me? Witchlike, sphynxlike, dumb for ever, Or these crags and shadowy places? Hang their heads, those desolate harebells; What embalmed enchantment breathe I, Some mysterious past concealing, That enraptures and affrights me? Some mysterious fate foreboding. 7 Witchlike, sphynxlike, dumb for ever, Hang their heads, those desolate hairbells; Some mysterious past concealing, Some mysterious fate foreboding. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY FAMILIAR DREAM by PAUL VERLAINE A BALLADE OF SUICIDE by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THE DANCE OF THE SEVIN DEIDLY SYNNIS by WILLIAM DUNBAR WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT? by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS SONNET: 13. TO MR. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS by JOHN MILTON THE BABIE by JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN |