A maid forsaken A white prayer offered Under the snow of the apple-blossom: To whom was it proffered? By whom was it taken? Well, I suppose Nobody knows. But somehow, the snows Of the apple-blossom Were changed one day. A kiss was offered, A kiss was taken: And lo! when the maiden looked shyly away, Of bloom of the apple the boughs were forsaken! But whiter and sweeter grew orange-blossom! How this is quite true, I say, And it happened in May. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A ST. HELENA LULLABY by RUDYARD KIPLING DIRGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 89, 90. MU'HTI, MANI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD BY THE SALPETRIERE by THOMAS ASHE BRUCE CONSULTS HIS MEN by JOHN BARBOUR A STRANGER IN SEYTHOPOLIS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 32. EXHORTING HER TO PATIENCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |