I KNEW a maiden fair and sweet, Whom I had loved for years. At last one day I told her this, Although with many fears. At first she did not say a word, Then in a pleasant way She looked out to the west, and said: "It @3is@1 a pleasant day." She had not heard a single word, She's told me since with tears; She wore her hair, as some girls will, Down over both her ears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS IN THE MEMORY OF EDWARD QUILLINAN, ESQ. by MATTHEW ARNOLD A SLEEPLESS NIGHT by ALFRED AUSTIN VILLAGE GREEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LIFE EFFECTUAL by ANNE MILLAY BREMER THE DAY; NOVEMBER 11, 1918 by WITTER BYNNER TO MOTHER FAIRIE by ALICE CARY TO A YOUNG LADY, WITH A PRESENT OF TWO COCKSCOMBS by WILLIAM COWPER |