Somewhere there is a Girl for me, The one and perfect pearl for me, Who's made by fate to be my mate, the comrade of my soul; But in what clime, or latitude She dwells, my life's beatitude, Is quite unknown and only shown on fortune's secret scroll. And if I gaze meanwhile upon The other maids, and smile upon The lasses sweet whom I may meet by happy circumstance, Such light and harmless merriment Is simply an experiment To help me find the one designed to be my True Romance! So if I follow all of them And yield me to the thrall of them And seem to prize the light of eyes that gayly gleam and shine, The reason is, I'm groping for The destiny I'm hoping for And if I fail to cross her trail—the fault will not be mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRIEF by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING NO PLATONIQUE LOVE by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT TO HIS CONSCIENCE by ROBERT HERRICK HERO AND LEANDER by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE TO HELEN (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE MRS. HARRIS'S PETITION: TO EXCELLENCIES THE LORDS JUSTICES OF IRELAND by JONATHAN SWIFT A BATTLE BALLAD TO GENERAL J.E. JOHNSTON by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR |