From me my Silvia ranne away, And running therewithall; A Primrose Banke did cross her way, And gave my Love a fall. But trust me now I dare not say, What I by chance did see; But such the Drap'ry did betray That fully ravisht me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GROWN-UP by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY CARLYLE AND EMERSON by MONTGOMERY SCHUYLER AUTHOR TO HIS CHILD by FRANCES AIRTH ON THE DEATH OF ALEXANDER, EMPEROR OF THE RUSSIAS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD SAN FRANCISCO HARBOR by NANCY BUCKLEY ORTIZ (1528) by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH |