I A pretty girl at time o' gloaming Hath whispered me to go and meet her Without the city gate. I love her, but she tarries coming. Shall I return, or stay and greet her? I burn, and wait. II Truly she charmeth all beholders, 'Tis she hath given me this jewel, The jade of my delight; But this red jewel-jade that smoulders, To my desire doth add more fuel, New charms to-night. III She has gathered with her lily fingers A lily fair and rare to see. Oh! sweeter still the fragrance lingers From the warm hand that gave it me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 3 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO A CHILD EMBRACING HIS MOTHER by THOMAS HOOD THE LOST PLEIAD by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS LINES ON THE DEATH OF PHILIP MEADOWS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PERSONALITY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET BALLADE OF DREAMS TRANSPOSED by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |