Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HAWTHORN, by ANONYMOUS First Line: I see her where the budding may Last Line: My forgotten may Subject(s): Hawthorn;may (month);memory | ||||||||
I SEE her where the budding May Throws shadows on the grassy way And flecks her robe of white; Unseen I watch her as she stands, With fragrant hawthorn in her hands, A vision of delight. She stays, but will not tarry long To hear the thrush's vernal song In blossom-boughs above; And in my sheltered garden-seat I too can hear the carol sweet Of songster's happy love. From out the leaves that shade my face I watch her in her girlish grace, The daughter of my friend, On whose sweet life, for whose sweet sake, Love hath such precious things at stake, In whom such heart ties blend. My May-day maiden, thought runs back O'er that long-trodden, sunlit track, My own evanished youth, When I, like her, was young and fair, Like her, untouched by worldly care, Unscarred by broken truth. Like her, with sunshine on my way, With scented blossoms of life's May Plucked ready for my hand; Like her, embarked on life's full tide For joy's glad port, and by my side True love at my command. But shadows dimmed my summer day, The blossoms of my early May Lie buried in a grave. Hope's tide ebbed out afar from port, And left my little bark the sport Of fortune's wind and wave. Ah, well! the thrush's song is done, And she steps forward in the sun, She comes toward my bower, To glad my weary, tear-dimmed eyes, To lay before me as a prize Her spray of hawthorn flower. Dear heart! she brings me more than May; The sunlight of a far-off day Shines on me from her face. Her heart renews for mine the truth, The hope and springtide of its youth In all their early grace. She looks at me with eyes of love Like those the turf has lain above For many a weary day; God bless her! for she brings again, Across a lifetime's silent pain, My unforgotten May. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY AS A HEARING AID by TONY HOAGLAND THE SAME QUESTION by JOHN HOLLANDER FORGET HOW TO REMEMBER HOW TO FORGET by JOHN HOLLANDER ON THAT SIDE by LAWRENCE JOSEPH MEMORY OF A PORCH by DONALD JUSTICE BEYOND THE HUNTING WOODS by DONALD JUSTICE TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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