The widow'd Bridegroom sought the winter wood At eve, for Mary's vows were plighted there: When, as beneath the wild-rose arch she stood, He lovingly unwound her golden hair. The sun had set, the night was cold and still: There was no stir amongst the leafless trees: No voices from the hamlet or the hill Disturb'd his clear and silent memories. And so he mused and brooded o'er the past: He lived an hour with Mary's bygone sighs And smiles; he re-invoked her dear replies. But, when he left the hallow'd spot at last, He kiss'd the night-frost from the dusky spray, Where bloom'd the wild-rose of their trysting day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FAREWELL TO AMERICA, TO MRS. S. W. by PHILLIS WHEATLEY MAGIC TOURS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN PSALM 144 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE TRUCE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE A PASSING OF FAITH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY TOWN AND COUNTRY by RUPERT BROOKE THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: 'PRENSUS IN AEGAEO' by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |