Earl March look'd on his dying child, And, smit with grief to view her-- The youth, he cried, whom I exiled Shall be restored to woo her. She's at the window many an hour His coming to discover: And he look'd up to Ellen's bower And she look'd on her lover-- But ah! so pale, he knew her not, Though her smile on him was dwelling-- And am I then forgot--forgot? It broke the heart of Ellen. In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs, Her cheek is cold as ashes; Nor love's own kiss shall wake those eyes To lift their silken lashes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH LOVE BEING ALL ONE by ROBERT FROST SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WITH BEST WISHES by DOROTHY PARKER DEAR ELIZABETH: (FOR ELIZABETH DIFIORE) by KAREN SWENSON |