Where is the nymph, whose azure eye Can shine through rapture's tear! The sun has sunk, the moon is high, And yet she comes not here! Was that her footstep on the hill -- Her voice upon the gale? -- No, 'twas the wind, and all is still, Oh, maid of Marlivale! Come to me, love, I've wander'd far, 'Tis past the promis'd hour; Come to me, love, the twilight star Shall guide thee to my bower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |