Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY WOOING, by EDWIN HAMILTON First Line: One evening, many months ago Last Line: "she said, ""I won't!""and isn't." Subject(s): Courtship; Love - Age Differences; Love - Unrequited | ||||||||
ONE evening, many months ago, We two conversed together; It must have been in June or so, For sultry was the weather. The waving branches made the ground With lights and shadows quiver; We sat upon a grassy mound That overhung a river. We thought, as you've perhaps inferred, Our destinies of linking: But neither of us spoke a word, For each of us was thinking. Her ma had lands at Skibbereen, Her pa estates in Devon; And she was barely seventeen, And I was thirty-seven. We gathered blossoms from the bank, And in the water flung them: We watched them as they rose and sank With flakes of foam among them. As towards the falls in mimic race They sailedthese heads of clover We watched them quicken in their pace, We watched them tumble over. We watched them; and our calm repose Seemed calmer for their troubles; We watched them as they sank and rose And battled with the bubbles. We noticed then a little bird, Down at the margin, drinking: But neither of us spoke a word, For each of us was thinking. At length I thought I fairly might Declare my passion frantic: (The scenery, I'm sure, was quite Sufficiently romantic.) I'd heard a proverb short and quaint My memorythough shady Informed me it began with "faint," And finished up with "lady." I summoned then the pluck to speak: (I felt I'd have to, one day, I only saw her once a week, And this was only Monday.) I called her angel, duck, and dove, I said I loved her dearly, My wordsthe whisperings of Love Were eloquent, or nearly. I told her that my heart was true, And constant as the river: I said, "I'll love you as I do, 'For ever and for ever!' Oh! let me hear that voice divine" I stopped a bit and listened; I murmured then, "Be mine, be mine," She said, "I won't!"and isn't. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TUTTO E SCIOLTO by JAMES JOYCE APPULDURCOMBE PARK by AMY LOWELL TALE OF THE MAYOR'S SON by GLYN MAXWELL ELEGY FOR AN ENEMY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ESSAY ON WHAT I THINK ABOUT MOST by ANNE CARSON OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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