That summer dawn, to Love and Edwin dear, Her sky-blue gown, her happy tears and smiles; And the broad harvests, stirring far and near, And softly floating to the gates and stiles; The meadow-sweet and wild rose dew-besprent, And her pure words of troth, where are they now? And the gay lark, that rose at once, and spent His morning-music on her earliest vow? He treads the sodden grass with weary foot At twilight, weeping for his promised bride: The wind blows cold; the corn has long been cut, And, three moons since, his plighted Ellen died! But lo! that glimmer in the watery rut! It is a star - in Heaven, yet by his side. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TERNISSA, FR HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR RESIGNATION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SPIRIT OF NATURE by RICHARD REALF HOUSEHOLD POEMS: 1. BRONWEN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |