I KNOW not who the maid may be, And whether she be fair or sweet; I only know she cast on me A glance that made my pulses beat, And that her face was very fair And sweet. I know that if the fates are kind, And she and I do ever meet, Enraptured by her glance once more, I shall fall kneeling at her feet, Confessing all my love for her So sweet. But if the fates relentless prove, And she and I do never meet, I know I ne'er can love again, For all my love is at her feet, And life will be so sad and yet So sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CLARE'S DRAGOONS by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS SONNET: 24. THE STREET by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE FIRST SNOW by J. B. BENTON NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NAPOLEON III IN ITALY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AN AUTUMN MORNING by TERESA LARKIN CARROLL |