Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WATER LADY, by THOMAS HOOD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Alas, the moon should ever beam Last Line: But she's divine! Subject(s): Nymphs | ||||||||
ALAS, the moon should ever beam To show what man should never see! -- I saw a maiden on a stream, And fair was she! I staid awhile, to see her throw Her tresses back, that all beset The fair horizon of her brow With clouds of jet. I staid a little while to view Her cheek, that wore in place of red The bloom of water, tender blue, Daintily spread. I staid to watch, a little space, Her parted lips if she would sing; The waters closed above her face With many a ring. And still I staid a little more, Alas! she never comes again! I throw my flowers from the shore, And watch in vain. I know my life will fade away, I know that I must vainly pine, For I am made of mortal clay, But she's divine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE WATER NYMPHS DRINKING AT THE FOUNTAIN by ROBERT HERRICK THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH OF HER FAUN [OR, FAWN] by ANDREW MARVELL OVERHEARD ON A SALTMARSH by HAROLD MONRO HYMN TO CONTENT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SIR RUPERT THE FEARLESS; A LEGEND OF GERMANY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM WOOD WITCHERY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE NYMPH ASLEEP by ANDRE MARIE CHENIER LINES, FR. NEPENTHE by GEORGE DARLEY |
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