So bashful when I spied her, So pretty, so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets, Lest anybody find; So breathless till I passed her, So helpless when I turned And bore her, struggling, blushing, Her simple haunts beyond! For whom I robbed the dingle, For whom betrayed the dell, Many will doubtless ask me, But I shall never tell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHTS OF NEW YORK by SARA TEASDALE AN INVITE TO ETERNITY by JOHN CLARE LOST LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES MORAL ESSAYS: EPISTLE 2. TO A LADY: OF THE CHARACTERS OF WOMEN by ALEXANDER POPE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 83 by ALFRED TENNYSON EARLY DEATH AND FAME by MATTHEW ARNOLD |