Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MAID OF MURRAY HILL, by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Saint valentine, saint valentine! Last Line: And stilland stilland still Subject(s): Desire; Murray Hill, New York; Women | ||||||||
SAINT Valentine, Saint Valentine! I love a maid of New York town, And every day, on my homeward way, She walks the Avenue down. At five o'clock, dear Saint, she goes Tripping down Murray Hill, And the hands of the clock in the old brick spire Stand still, stand still, stand still! Saint Valentine, Saint Valentine! Oh, could you know how fair a maid So trim of dress, and so gold of tress, You'd know why I'm afraid. I see her pass, I smile and bow, As I go up Murray Hill, And I say to a foolish hope of mine: Be still, be still, be still! Saint Valentine, Saint Valentine, Oh, could you see how close her gown Binds tight and warm about her form, This maid of New York town, You'd know a mountain would to me Be less than Murray Hill, If only around her my arm could slip, And she'd stand still, stand still. Saint Valentine, Saint Valentine! She is so fair, so rich, so great, I have no right to think what might Be this poor clerk's estate. And yet the bells in yon brick spire, As we pass on Murray Hill, They ring, they ringshe's not for me And stilland stilland still | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARISTOTLE TO PHYLLIS by JOHN HOLLANDER A WOMAN'S DELUSION by SUSAN HOWE JULIA TUTWILER STATE PRISON FOR WOMEN by ANDREW HUDGINS THE WOMEN ON CYTHAERON by ROBINSON JEFFERS TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LADIES FOR DINNER, SAIPAN by KENNETH KOCH GOODBYE TO TOLERANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV THE CHAPERON by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |
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