How shall I woo thee, tell me how, With looks and words of gladness? Then gaze not on my pale, pale brow, Nor note my tones of sadness. How shall I woo thee? with a smile That speaks the bosom clear? Look not upon mine eyes the while, Nor mark the starting tear. How shall I woo thee? with the bright And blessed words of joy? Drive from my heart its long, long night, Its early life's alloy. How shall I woo thee, tell me how? Will sorrow make thee mine? Can the sad heart I bring thee now Find favour at thy shrine? How shall I woo thee? with a gleam That glistens but to die, Fleet as the summer's moonlight beam Upon an evening sky? How shall I woo thee? as the night Woos with its silver dew The faithless flowers, that burst to light, Beneath the sun's bright hue? How shall I woo thee, tell me how? If thou hast aught of care To dim the glory of thy brow, Let me thy sadness share. How shall I woo thee? with a stram Like that of other times? And seek thro' memory's caves again, Hope's sweet delusive chimes. How shall I woo thee, tell me how? Can sorrow make thee mine? For a sad heart hath come to bow, And worship at thy shrine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TETHYS' FESTIVAL: SHADOWS by SAMUEL DANIEL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BENJAMIN PANTIER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A BALLAD OF DEATH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE A PRAYER, LIVING AND DYING by AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY SONNET TO THE MOON by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 20. EVER PRESENT by PHILIP AYRES LINES [WRITTEN] IN THE TRAVELLER'S BOOK AT ORCHOMENUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |