A LOVE-LORN Maid, at some far-distant time, Came to this hidden pool, whose depths surpass In crystal clearness Dian's looking-glass; And, gazing, saw that Rose, which from the prime Derives its name, reflected, as the chime Of echo doth reverberate some sweet sound: The starry treasure from the blue profound She longed to ravish; -- shall she plunge, or climb The humid precipice, and seize the guest Of April, smiling high in upper air? Desperate alternative! what fiend could dare To prompt the thought? -- Upon the steep rock's breast The lonely Primrose yet renews its bloom, Untouched memento of her hapless doom! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF RICHARD WEST by THOMAS GRAY THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS FIREFLY; A SONG by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT A BLACKBIRD by WALLACE STEVENS SONNET TO THE HUNGARIAN NATION by MATTHEW ARNOLD |