WHEN my love was away, Full three days were not sped, I caught my fancy astray Thinking if she were dead, And I alone, alone: It seem'd in my misery In all the world was none Ever so lone as I. I wept; but it did not shame Nor comfort my heart: away I rode as I might, and came To my love at close of day. The sight of her still'd my fears, My fairest-hearted love: And yet in her eyes were tears:15 Which when I question'd of, 'O now thou art come,' she cried, ''Tis fled: but I thought to-day I never could here abide, If thou wert longer away.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND (2) by EMILY DICKINSON SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL, FR. ROSALIND [ROSALYNDE] by THOMAS LODGE THE LADY'S DRESSING ROOM by JONATHAN SWIFT CORYDON - A PASTORAL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |