A VERY West-of-Wessex girl, As blithe as blithe could be, Was once well-known to me, And she would laud her native town, And hope and hope that we Might sometime study up and down Its charms in company. But never I squired my Wessex girl In jaunts to Hoe or street When hearts were high in beat, Nor saw her in the marbled ways Where market-people meet That in her bounding early days Were friendly with her feet. Yet now my West-of-Wessex girl, When midnight hammers slow From Andrew's, blow by blow, As phantom draws me by the hand To the place - Plymouth Hoe - Where side by side in life, as planned, We never were to go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 4. CAPRI by SARA TEASDALE A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN THE SMILING MOUTH by CHARLES D'ORLEANS HAMATREYA by RALPH WALDO EMERSON LINES WRITTEN TO HIS WIFE [WHILE ON A VISIT TO UPPER INDIA] by REGINALD HEBER A ROUGH RHYME ON A ROUGH MATTER; THE ENGLISH GAME LAWS by CHARLES KINGSLEY |