A MAIDEN sits in her bower and sings, And your heart keeps time to the tune; In the garden walks the red rose springs, -- The month is June. The month is June, and full are the days, -- Fair days, of the summer fed; And softly the singer sings her lays: Her lips are red. A face she has that is pale as Sleep, And hair like the midnight skies When the wings of tempest across them sweep, And strange dark eyes. The song she sings is a siren's song, A tempting, dangerous rune, -- If you hark at all you will hear too long That fatal tune. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WINTER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN LATE LEAVES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR OF TREASON by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS LINES WRITTEN ON HEARING THE NEWS OF THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY HASCHEESH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN THE CATACOMBS by HARLAN HOUSE BALLARD |