She is all so slight And tender and white As a May morning. She walks without hood At dusk. It is good To hear her sing. It is God's will That I shall love her still As he loves Mary, And night and day I will go forth to pray That she loves me. She is as gold Lovely, and far more cold. Do thou pray with me, For if I win grace To kiss twice her face God has done well to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MINOR POET by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SYNOPSIS OF A FAILED POEM by JAMES GALVIN EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHERE? by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |