In the hall-grounds, by evening-gloom concealed, He heard the solitary water-ram Beat sadly in the little wood-girt field, So dear to both! "Ah! wretched that I am!" He said, "and traitor to my love and hers! Why did I vent those words of wrath and spleen, That changed her cheek, and flushed her gentle mien? When will they yield her back, those jealous firs, Into whose shelter two days since she fled From my capricious anger, phantom-fed? When will her sire his interdict unsay, Or must I learn a lonely lot to bear, As this imprisoned engine, night and day, Piles its dull pulses in the darkness there?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER DEATH by FRANCES ISABEL PARNELL BY BLUE ONTARIO'S SHORE by WALT WHITMAN THE WOUND by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: MASQUERS SECOND DANCE by THOMAS CAMPION SONG TO AELLA LORD OF THE CASTLE OF BRISTOL IN DAYS OF YORE by THOMAS CHATTERTON |