My lefe is faren in a lond -- Alas! why is she so? And I am so sore bound I may nat com her to. She hath my hert in hold, Where-ever she ride or go, With trew love a thousandfold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE STATUE OF AN ANGEL, BY BIENAIME by WASHINGTON ALLSTON BY THE CAMP FIRE by ADA CAMBRIDGE |