BEENY did not quiver, Juliot grew not gray, Thin Vallency's river Held its wonted way. Bos seemed not to utter Dimmest note of dirge, Targan mouth a mutter To its creamy surge. Yet though these, unheeding, Listless, passed the hour Of her spirit's speeding, She had, in her flower, Sought and loved the places - Much and often pined For their lonely faces When in towns confined. Why did not Vallency In his purl deplore One whose haunts were whence he Drew his limpid store? Why did Bos not thunder, Targan apprehend Body and Breath were sunder Of their former friend? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE ARAB by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY LOVE'S CAUTION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TROILUS AND CRESSIDA: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN ESCAPE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE PREACHER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER EFFICIENCY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 2. THE OTHER ONE COMES TO HER by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |