My way from the woods I was wending: There stood the old house still. My love, as of old, was bending Far over the window-sill. Another man she has taken, I was far in the battle's din. How all has turned out!--Ah, forsaken, I wish a new war would begin! Her child at the wayside was playing; Such likeness to her it bore! I kissed its red lips while saying: "God bless thee forevermore!" But she was frightened: I wandered. She lingered and gazed after me, And shook her fair locks and pondered, And knew not who I might be. The woods were murmuring gladly, I stood by a tree on the height; My hunter's horn I blew sadly: It throbbed as in dreams through the night. At morn, when the songbirds dally, She wept and her heart was sore. But I was gone far from the valley; And now she will see me no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE GARDEN (1) by EMILY DICKINSON HUNTING HORNS by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE HOPE PREFERRED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON EPITAPH ON THE REV. SAMUEL CLARK, WHO DIED AT THE AGE OF 42 by NATHANIEL COTTON EPITAPH: ON HIMSELF by NATHANIEL COTTON FABLE: DEATH AND THE RAKE by NATHANIEL COTTON |