I whispered my great sorrow To every listening sedge; And they bent, bowed with my sorrow, Down to the water's edge. But she stands and laughs lightly To see me sorrow so, Like the light winds that laughing Across the water go. If I could tell the bright ones That quiet-hearted move, They would bend down like the sedges With the sorrow of love. But she stands laughing lightly, Who all my sorrow knows, Like the little wind that laughing Across the water blows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HIGH-PRIEST TO ALEXANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON PRAYER FOR A BOY WITH A KITE by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH NORTHERN EARTH MOOD by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. CARMEN SYLVA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: DEDICATION TO R. WENMAN by WILLIAM BASSE L'ALBUM D'UNE CANADIENNE by LEVI BISHOP GREEN CROSSES by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN SONNET ON MOOR PARK - WRITTEN AT PARIS, MAY 11, 1826 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |