Tell her, oh, tell her, the lute she left lying Beneath the green arbor is still lying there; And breezes like lovers around it are sighing, But not a soft whisper replies to their prayer. Tell her, oh, tell her, the tree that, in going, Beside the green arbor she playfully set, As lovely as, ever is blushing and blowing, And not a, bright leaflet has fallen from it yet. So while away from that arbor forsaken, The maiden is wandering, still let her be As true as the lute that no sighing can waken And blooming for ever, unchanged as the tree! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T.C. IN A PROSPECT OF FLOWERS by ANDREW MARVELL SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 3 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY A PORTRAIT by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY SAME COTTAGE - BUT ANOTHER SONG, OF ANOTHER SEASON by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |