HE said he would meet her but she saw him not. Under the alders waiting where they hung Harsh dusty boughs as a hound lolls its tongue Near unreached waters when the noon is hot, She waited:—@3No, he never yet forgot!@1 And now with such sore reason why she clung In new necessity, she felt her young Expectancy rooted her in this spot. —If he came not, and never came again! Still rooted there her love shook like sere leaves, Then at the last into the road dust fluttered. He came not but fear came, linked fast with pain, And the grim certitude that never deceives, And tongue-tied shame that mad excuses muttered. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LISTENERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE BROKEN HEART by JOHN DONNE ANOTHER SPRING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 70. THE HILL-SUMMIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO NIGHT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER DEJECTION by GRACE E. ALBRIGHT CHEMISTRY OF A POEM by CAROLYN AUSTIN THE HOUSE-WARMING; A LEGEND OF BLEEDING-HEART YARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |