LONG before day I left my father's cottage, I went by the tamarisks upon the hedges by the sea, Seeking my lovely one, my comforter, before the morning. My brothers three lie drowned by Dolor Oogo. They call in the night: 'Little sister, when is the wedding? It is cold waiting, and thou a drudge in our father's cottage.' Now must I go and whisper them 'Not yet'— Not yet; but the thyme of the hedge kisses my naked foot— So will he kiss me soon, and comfort me, my pretty lover. Then will I kneel by him, and he shall bandage The wounds of the brambles, and I, kneeling beside him, Softly, my arm holding his waist, will kiss him—ah, when? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST PESSIMIST AND OPTIMIST by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SUCCESSOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET RUE DU BOIS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 51. FAREWELL TO JULIET (13) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |