'Whom seek you here, sweet Mistress Fell?' 'One who loved me passing well. Dark his eye, wild his face -- Stranger, if in this lonely place Bide such an one, then, prythee, say @3I@1 am come here to-day.' 'Many his like, Mistress Fell?' 'I did not look, so cannot tell. Only this I surely know, When his voice called me, I must go; Touched me his fingers, and my heart Leapt at the sweet pain's smart.' 'Why did he leave you, Mistress Fell?' 'Magic laid its dreary spell -- Stranger, he was fast asleep; Into his dream I tried to creep; Called his name, soft was my cry; He answered -- not one sigh. 'The flower and the thorn are here; Falleth the night-dew, cold and clear; Out of her bower the bird replies, Mocking the dark with ecstasies, See how the earth's green grass doth grow, Praising what sleeps below! 'Thus have they told me. And I come, As flies the wounded wild-bird home. Not tears I give; but all that he Clasped in his arms, sweet charity; All that he loved -- to him I bring For a close whispering.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LINES BY CLAUDIA by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE CONFESSIONAL by ROBERT BROWNING MOTLEY: THE GHOST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ROMEO AND JULIET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MELANCHOLIA by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TO HENRY WRIGHT, OF MOBBERLEY, ON BUYING THE PICTURE OF F. MALEBRANCHE by JOHN BYROM |