HE: DOWN in the glen By the trysting tree, Somebody's sister is waiting for me. Under the stars, In the dewy grass Waiting for me -- the poor little lass! And I sit alone In my cozy den, A much better place than that clammy glen, And I think of her tears As she waits in vain Till it seems almost cruel to give her such pain. SHE: Down in the glen By the trysting tree, Somebody's brother is waiting for me; Waiting in vain, Though it may seem cruel, But how can I help it -- the poor little fool! I know I'm not faithful As he is -- but then, Women are never as constant as men He'll never forgive me; I know I'm to blame, But he might have treated me some day the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TANGENTIAL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE SICK ROSE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE END OF THE WORLD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON LONDON, 1802 (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |