MAIDEN, thou sittest alone above, Crowned with flowers, and like a sprite Starrily clothed in a garment white: Thou art the only maiden I love, And a soul of fondness to thee I bring, Thy glorious beauty homaging,— But ah! thou wearest a golden ring. Maiden, thou'st broken no vow to me, But undone me alone with gentleness, Wasting upon me glances that bless; And knew'st that I never was born for thee. No hope, no joy; yet never more My heart shall murmur; now 'tis o'er, I'll bless thee dying at the door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIFTY FAGGOTS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TO FURIUS ON POVERTY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON THE TRAIN by RUTH NOEL BENNETT PSALM 42 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: 'CARPE DIEM' by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 13. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE NINETH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE COMING OF THE LORD by EDWARD CARPENTER |