(MRS. GWYN -- GOLDSMITH'S 'JESSAMY BRIDE') 'AND you went once with myrtle crowned!' You once were she, for whom Poor GOLDSMITH'S gentle genius found That name of jasmine-bloom! How strange it seems! You whom he loved, You who were breathing, vital, Not feigned in books, for us have proved Scarce but a fragrant title; A shade too shadowy far to stand Beside the girl PRIMROSES -- Beside the dear old VICAR, and Our more-than-brother, MOSES! We cannot guess your voice, who know Scamp TONY'S view-halloo; For us e'en thin Beau TIBBS must show More palpable than you! Yet some scant news we have. You came, When that kind soul had fled; You begged his hair; you kept his name Long on your lips, 'tis said; You lived -- and died. Or when, or how, Who asks? This age of ours But marks your grass-grown headstone now By GOLDSMITH'S jasmine flowers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS AN INSCRIPTION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN MEMORIAM W.M. & E.B.J. by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BIFURCATION by ROBERT BROWNING LINES WRITTEN IMMEDIATELY AFTER PARTING FROM A LADY by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES THE GALLANT WEAVER by ROBERT BURNS |