SHE rested by the Broken Brook She drank of Weary Well, She moved beyond my lingering look, Ah, whither none can tell! She came, she went. In other lands, Perchance in fairer skies, Her hands shall cling with other hands, Her eyes to other eyes. She vanished. In the sounding town, Will she remember too? Will she recall the eyes of brown As I recall the blue? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS FOR A SUMMER EVENING by MICHAEL ANANIA EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 1 by LUCY AIKEN THE OPTIMIST AND THE PESSIMIST; A DIALOGUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LOOKING DOWNWARDS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 13 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |