He has not wooed, but he has lost his heart. That country dance is a sore test for him; He thinks her cold; his hopes are faint and dim; But though with seeming mirth she takes her part In all the dances, and the laughter there, And though to many a youth, on brief demand, She gives a kind assent and courteous hand, She loves but him, for him is all her care. With jealous heed her lessening voice he hears Down that long vista, where she seems to move Among fond faces and relays of love, And sweet occasion, full of tender fears: Down those long lines he watches from above, Till with the refluent dance she reappears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER TO LADY ANNE HAMILTON by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER THE INDIAN UPON GOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE COLD WAVE OF 32 B.C. by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE RUINS OF CORINTH by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE EGYPTIAN PRINCESS by EDWIN ARNOLD BALLADE OF MYSELF AND MONSIEUR RABELAIS by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |