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THE FLOOD by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES

Poet Analysis

First Line: I THOUGHT MY TRUE LOVE SLEPT
Last Line: SHE HEARD A MERCY-CRY.
Subject(s): HAIR;
I thought my true love slept;
Behind her chair I crept
And pulled out a long pin;
The golden flood came out,
She shook it all about,
With both our faces in.

Ah! little wren, I know
Your mossy, small nest now
A windy, cold place is;
No eye can see my face,
Howe'er it watch the place
Where I half drown in bliss.

When I am drowned half dead,
She laughs and shakes her head;
Flogged by her hair-waves, I
Withdraw my face from there;
But never once, I swear,
She heard a mercy-cry.



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