THE lovers looked over the parapet-stone: The moon in its southing directly blent Its silver with their environment. Her ear-rings twinkled; her teeth, too, shone As, his arm around her, they laughed and leant. A man came up to them; then one more. "There's a woman in the canal below," They said; climbed over; slid down; let go, And a splashing was heard, till an arm upbore, And a dripping body began to show. "Drowned herself for love of a man, Who at one time used to meet her here, Until he grew tired. But she'd wait him near, And hope, till hopeless despair began. So much for love in this mortal sphere!" The girl's heart shuddered; it seemed as to freeze her That here, at their tryst for so many a day, Another woman's tragedy lay. Dim dreads of the future grew slowly to seize her, And her arm dropt from his as they wandered away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVAMPING THE VIRGIN by KAREN SWENSON THE WORLD-SOUL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO THE NIGHTINGALE by ANNE FINCH COMPLAINT OF THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER BEING UPON THE SEA by HENRY HOWARD THE TRAGEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LAUTERBRUNNEN by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS: 21. LAMENT FOR PRINCE HENRY by THOMAS CAMPION |