Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by COSMO MONKHOUSE Poet's Biography First Line: Who calls me bold because I won my love Last Line: Are happy now. Alternate Author Name(s): Monkhouse, William Cosmo | ||||||||
WHO calls me bold because I won my love, And did not pine, And waste my life with secret pain, but strove To make him mine? I us'd no arts; 't was Nature's self that taught My eye to speak, And bid the burning blush to paint unsought My flashing cheek; That made my voice to tremble when I bid My love "Goodby," So weak that every other sound was hid, Except a sigh. Oh, was it wrong to use the truth I knew, That hearts are mov'd, And spring warm-struck with life and love anew, By being lov'd? One night there came a tear, that, big and loth, Stole 'neath my brow. 'T was thus I won my heart's own heart, and both Are happy now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEAD MARCH by COSMO MONKHOUSE ANY SOUL TO ANY BODY by COSMO MONKHOUSE THE SPECTRUM by COSMO MONKHOUSE A VALENTINE TO SHERWOOD ANDERSON by GERTRUDE STEIN THE LITTLE VAGABOND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MY MOTHER'S BIBLE by GEORGE POPE MORRIS BRUCE: INTRODUCTION by JOHN BARBOUR ON A SMALL DOG by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 6 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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