HERE you rest among the valleys, maiden known to but a few, Here you sleep unsighing, but how oft of yore you sighed! And how oft your feet elastic trod a measure in the dew On a green beside the river ere you died! Where are now the country lovers whom you trembled to be near''" Who, with shy advances, in the falling eventide, Grasped thee tighter at your fingers, whispered lowlier in your ear, On a green beside the river ere you died? All the sweet old country dancers who went round with you in tune, Dancing, flushed and silent, in the silent eventide, All departed by enchantment at the rising of the moon From the green beside the river when you died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PATIENCE TAUGHT BY NATURE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING INGRATEFUL [OR UNGRATEFUL] BEAUTY THREATENED by THOMAS CAREW MACFLECKNOE; OR, A SATIRE UPON THE TRUE-BLUE-PROTESTANT POET by JOHN DRYDEN AT A SOLEMN MUSIC by JOHN MILTON PIONEERS OF SOUTH DAKOTA by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |