ONE time I wooed a maid (dear is she yet!) All in the revel eye of young Love's moon. Content she made me,—ah, my dimpling mate, My Springtime girl, who walked with flower-shoon! But near me, nearer, steals a deep-eyed maid With creeping glance that sees and will not see, And blush that would those yea-sweet eyes upbraid,— O, might I woo her nor inconstant be! But is not Autumn dreamtime of the Spring? (Yon scarlet fruit-bell is a flower asleep;) And I am not forsworn if yet I keep Dream-faith with Spring in Autumn's deeper kiss. Then so, brown maiden, take this true-love ring, And lay thy long, soft locks where my heart is. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAUGHERS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) THE CROPPY BOY: (A BALLAD OF '98) by WILLIAM B. MCBURNEY THE MARYLAND BATTALION [AUGUST 27, 1776] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER EULALIE; A SONG by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE GLORIOUS TOUCHDOWN by GEORGE ADE THE OLD SCHOOL HOUSE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON LILIES: 15 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) WAR AUTOBIOGRAPHY; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |