God knows how often, by her father's door, We two have wandered in the cypress shade, Her lovely head in sweet surrender laid Upon my shoulder; and that was no more Than one year gone. Last night a stupid bore (Well-meaning dolt!) felt he must lend his aid. Presented me! With what cool poise arrayed, "I feel quite sure that we have met before!" You gabbling parlor gossips, here's a bit Of luscious scandal you will never know! Wise cypress trees, with silence cover it; You never saw two lovers, pacing slow! From memory I have wiped out every trace; And she -- no mask is like her placid face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: TO FANNY by JOHN KEATS FRAGMENTS OF A LOST GNOSTIC POEM OF THE 12TH CENTURY by HERMAN MELVILLE THE FIGHT AT SAN JACINTO [APRIL 21, 1836] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER EPISTLE TO DR. ARBUTHNOT by ALEXANDER POPE PEGGY, FR. THE GENTLE SHEPHERD by ALLAN RAMSAY MINDEN HOUSE by WILLIAM BARNES THE TRYST OF THE NIGHT by MAY (MARY) CLARISSA GILLINGTON BYRON |