Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TELLTALE, by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Once, on a golden afternoon Last Line: "warbled the telltale -- ""do it again!" Alternate Author Name(s): Percy, Florence; Chase, Elizabeth Anne Subject(s): Love - Beginnings | ||||||||
ONCE, on a golden afternoon, With radiant faces and hearts in tune, Two fond lovers in dreaming mood Threaded a rural solitude. Wholly happy, they only knew That the earth was bright and the sky was blue, That light and beauty and joy and song Charmed the way as they passed along: The air was fragrant with woodland scents; The squirrel frisked on the roadside fence; And hovering near them, "Chee, chee, chink?" Queried the curious bobolink, Pausing and peering with sidelong head, As saucily questioning all they said; While the ox-eye danced on its slender stem, And all glad nature rejoiced with them. Over the odorous fields were strown Wilting windrows of grass new-mown, And rosy billows of clover bloom Surged in the sunshine and breathed perfume. Swinging low on a slender limb, The sparrow warbled his wedding hymn, And, balancing on a blackberry-brier, The bobolink sung with his heart on fire, -- "Chink? If you wish to kiss her, do! Do it, do it! You coward, you! Kiss her! Kiss, kiss her! Who will see? Only we three! we three! we three!" Under garlands of drooping vines, Through dim vistas of sweet-breathed pines, Past wide meadow-fields, lately mowed, Wandered the indolent country road. The lovers followed it, listening still, And, loitering slowly, as lovers will, Entered a low-roofed bridge that lay, Dusky and cool, in their pleasant way. Under its arch a smooth, brown stream Silently glided, with glint and gleam, Shaded by graceful elms that spread Their verdurous canopy overhead, -- The stream so narrow, the boughs so wide, They met and mingled across the tide. Alders loved it, and seemed to keep Patient watch as it lay asleep, Mirroring clearly the trees and sky And the flitting form of the dragon-fly, Save where the swift-winged swallow played In and out in the sun and shade, And darting and circling in merry chase, Dipped and dimpled its clear dark face. Fluttering lightly from brink to brink Followed the garrulous bobolink, Rallying loudly, with mirthful din, The pair who lingered unseen within. And when from the friendly bridge at last Into the road beyond they passed, Again beside them the tempter went, Keeping the thread of his argument: -- "Kiss her! kiss her! chink-a-chee-chee! I'll not mention it! Don't mind me! I'll be sentinel -- I can see All around from this tall birch-tree!" But ah! they noted -- nor deemed it strange -- In his rollicking chorus a trifling change: "Do it! do it!" with might and main Warbled the telltale -- "Do it again!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY I MIGHT GO TO THE NEXT FOOTBALL GAME by DENIS JOHNSON THE POOL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON COZY APOLOGIA; FOR FRED by RITA DOVE YOU NOW HOLDING THIS BOOK IN HAND by ALICE NOTLEY FALLING IN LOVE IN SPAIN OR MEXICO by RON PADGETT WHEN LOVE WAS BORN by SARA TEASDALE LITTLE FEET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN |
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