O HURRY where by water among the trees The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh, When they have but looked upon their images -- Would none had ever loved but you and I! Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky, When the sun looked out of his golden hood? -- O that none ever loved but you and I! O hurry to the ragged wood, for there I will drive all those lovers out and cry -- O my share of the world, O yellow hair! No one has ever loved but you and I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PICKET-GUARD [NOVEMBER, 1861] by ETHEL LYNN BEERS WISHES TO HIS SUPPOSED MISTRESS by RICHARD CRASHAW FRINGED GENTIAN by EMILY DICKINSON SOMETIMES by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. THE ENKINDLED SPRING by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE GHOSTS OF THE BUFFALOES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY |