I, without bite or sup, If thou wert fated for me, I would up And would go after thee Through mountains! A thousand thanks from me To God have gone, Because I did not lose my senses to thee, Though it was hardly I escaped from thee, O Ringleted One! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS OF VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO A LITTLE INVISIBLE BEING WHO IS EXPECTED SOON TO BECOME VISIBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD MOTHERHOOD by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY GENTLEMEN-RANKERS by RUDYARD KIPLING DIRGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PHAENOMENA: WHEN JUSTICE DWELT ON EARTH by ARATUS |