I DEAR Lizbie Browne, Where are you now? In sun, in rain? - Or is your brow Past joy, past pain, Dear Lizbie Browne? II Sweet Lizbie Browne, How you could smile, How you could sing! - How archly wile In glance-giving, Sweet Lizbie Browne! III And, Lizbie Browne, Who else had hair Bay-red as yours, Or flesh so fair Bred out of doors, Sweet Lizbie Browne? IV When, Lizbie Browne, You had just begun To be endeared By stealth to one, You disappeared My Lizbie Browne! V Ay, Lizbie Browne, So swift your life, And mine so slow, You were a wife Ere I could show Love, Lizbie Browne. VI Still, Lizbie Browne, You won, they said, The best of men When you were wed.... Where went you then, O Lizbie Browne? VII Dear Lizbie Browne, I should have thought, 'Girls ripen fast,' And coaxed and caught You ere you passed, Dear Lizbie Browne! VIII But, Lizbie Browne, I let you slip; Shaped not a sign; Touched never your lip With lip of mine, Lost Lizbie Browne! IX So, Lizbie Browne, When on a day Men speak of me As not, you'll say, 'And who was he?' - Yes, Lizbie Browne! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE BEGINNER by RUDYARD KIPLING ANIMAL CRACKERS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY THE SCORPION by WILLIAM PLOMER NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP by ROBERT SOUTHWELL WHAT DICK AN' I DID by WILLIAM BARNES PINE TREES by MAXWELL BODENHEIM HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 3 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |