I held my way through Defton Wood, And on to Wandor Hall; The dancing leaf let down the light, In hovering spots to fall. O young, young leaves, you match me well, My heart was merry, and sung-- Now wish me joy of my sweet youth; My love--she, too, is young! O so many, many, many Little homes above my head! O so many, many, many Dancing blossoms round me spread! O so many, many, many Maidens sighing yet for none! Speed, ye wooers, speed with any-- Speed with all but one." I took my leave of Wandor Hall, And trod the woodland ways. What shall I do so long to bear The burden of my days?" I sighed my heart into the boughs Whereby the culvers cooed; For only I between them went Unwooing and unwooed. O so many, many, many Lilies bending stately heads! O so many, many, many Strawberries ripened on their beds! O so many, many, many Maids, and yet my heart undone! What to me are all, are any-- I have lost my--one." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LILY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE SCARE-FIRE by ROBERT HERRICK TO ANTHEA [WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING] by ROBERT HERRICK MAN AN' MOOSE by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) THE LESSER BEAUTY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON |