No more alone sleeping, no more alone waking, The dreams divided, thy prayers in twain; Thy merry sisters to-night forsaking, Never shall we see thee, maiden, again. Never shall we see thine, thine eyes glancing, Flashing with laughter and wild in glee, Under the mistletoe kissing and dancing, Wantonly free. There shall come a matron walking sedately, Low-voiced, gentle, wise in reply. Tell me, O tell me, can I love her greatly? All for her sake must the maiden die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INFANT SORROW, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE GARDEN YEAR by SARA COLERIDGE HYMN TO ADVERSITY by THOMAS GRAY ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING by THOMAS HARDY THE AMERICAN FOREST GIRL by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A ROUGH RHYME ON A ROUGH MATTER; THE ENGLISH GAME LAWS by CHARLES KINGSLEY EPISTLE TO MRS. BLOUNT, WITH THE WORKS OF VOITURE by ALEXANDER POPE |