EARLY one morning, just as the sun was rising, I heard a maid sing in the valley below: 'Oh, don't deceive me! Oh, never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so?' 'Remember the vows you made to your Mary, Remember the bower where you vowed to be true; Oh, don't deceive me! Oh, never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so? Oh, gay is the garland, and fresh are the roses I've culled from the garden to bind on your brow; Oh, don't deceive me! Oh, never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so? Thus sang the poor maid, her sorrows bewailing, Thus sang the poor maiden in the valley below; Oh, don't deceive me! Oh, never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so?' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ANCHORED TO THE INFINITE by EDWIN MARKHAM SWEET CLOVER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ADELAIDE CRAPSEY by CARL SANDBURG |