THOU maid of gentle light! thy straw-wove vest, And russet cincture; thy loose pale-tinged hair; Thy melancholy voice, and languid air, As if, shut up within that pensive breast, Some ne'er-to-be-divulged grief was prest; Thy looks resign'd, that smiles of patience wear, While Winter's blasts thy scatter'd tresses tear; Thee, Autumn, with divinest charms have blest! Let blooming Spring with gaudy hopes delight That dazzling Summer shall of her be born, Let Summer blaze; and Winter's stormy train Breathe awful music in the ear of Night; Thee will I court, sweet dying maid forlorn, And from thy glance will catch th' inspired strain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LULLABY IN BETHLEHEM by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD LARABELLE: CANTO SECOND by LEVI BISHOP PRODIGAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LAST OF AUTUMN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONG: FOR THEE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |