I MET thee in the summer time, The summer of my youth— In days of my melodious prime And thine unsullied truth. I met thee when the jasmine buds Their velvet locks reveal; Till I loved thee, till I loved thee, Darling Damsel of Mobile! O shining tresses of the sun! O eyes of ocean blue! O dainty feet to nimbly run Upon the glittering dew! The cypress breathes its gloomy buds On all I felt and feel— Still I love thee! Still I love thee! Darling Damsel of Mobile! And now the summer time no more, The vikings of the rain Thunder their turf-steeds on the shore And prowl the jasmine plain; The night shade blackens on my brow, The lightnings gash like steel— But a summer heart still throbs for thee, Darling Damsel of Mobile! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A SKYLARK by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE PERSIANS (PERSAE): THE BATTLE OF SALAMIS by AESCHYLUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 64. AL-KAIYUM by EDWIN ARNOLD FANCY AND IMAGINATION by BERNARD BARTON THE DANCE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING HAGAR by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |