TWO top-knots not yet plaited into one. Of thirty years -- just beyond half. You who are really a lady of silks and satins Are now become my hill and stream companion! At the spring fountains together we splash and play: On the lovely trees together we climb and sport. Her cheeks grow rosy, as she quickens her sleeve-dancing: Her brows grow sad, as she slows her song's tune. Don't go singing the song of the Willow Branches, When there's no one here with a heart for you to break! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMASSE EVE by ROBERT HERRICK THE STORY OF URIAH by RUDYARD KIPLING SILENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT AFTER CONSTRUING by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON THE JOURNEY by ANNE MILLAY BREMER ON GRAY'S ELEGY by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 30 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SPECIAL MESSAGE TO THE VERMONT LEGISLATURE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY HARRIET BEECHER STOWE'S WORKS: 'UNCLE TOM'S CABIN' by FRANK BARBOUR COFFIN |