Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DORIS; A PASTORAL, by ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY Poet's Biography First Line: I sat with doris, the shepherd maiden Last Line: No more a servant, nor yet a child. Variant Title(s): A Pastoral Subject(s): Courtship | ||||||||
I SAT with Doris, the shepherd-maiden; Her crook was laden with wreathed flowers: I sat and wooed her, through sunlight wheeling And shadows stealing, for hours and hours. And she, my Doris, whose lap encloses Wild summer-roses of sweet peerfume, The while I sued her, kept hushed and hearkened, Till shades had darkened from gloss to gloom. She touched my shoulder with fearful finger; She said, "We linger, we must not stay: My flock's in danger, my sheep will wander; Behold them yonder, how far they stray!" I answered bolder, "Nay, let me hear you, And still be near you, and still adore! No wolf nor stranger will touch one yearling: Ah! stay my darling, a moment more!" She whispered, sighing, "There will be sorrow Beyond to-morrow, if I lose to-day: My fold unguarded, my flock unfolded, I shall be scolded and sent away." Said I, denying, "If they do miss you, They ought to kiss you when you get home; And well rewarded by friend and neighbor Should be the labor from which you come." "They might remember," she answered meekly, "That lambs are weakly, and sheep are wild; But if they love me, it's none so fervent: I am a servant, and not a child,: Then each hot ember glowed within me, And love did win me to swift reply: "Ah! do but prove me; and none shall bind you, Nor fray nor find you, until I die." She blushed and started, and stood awaiting, As if debating in dreams divine; But I did brave them; I told her plainly She doubted vainly, she must be mine. So we twin-hearted, from all the valley Did rouse and rally her nibbling ewes; And homeward drave them, we two together, Through blooming heather and gleaming dews. That simple duty fresh grace did lend her, My Doris tender, my Doris true; That I, her warder, did always bless her, And often press her to take her due. And now in beauty she fills my dwelling, With love excelling, and undefiled; And love doth guard her, both fast and fervent, No more a servant, nor yet a child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AS YOU WALK OUT ONE MORNING by GLYN MAXWELL TALE OF THE MAYOR'S SON by GLYN MAXWELL THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS THE FORTUNATE SPILL by MARILYN NELSON REQUEST TO LEDA by DYLAN THOMAS |
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