Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BEHOLD THE HOUR (1), by HUMBERT WOLFE Poet's Biography First Line: Behold the hour, the boat, arrive! Last Line: "o tell me, does she muse on me?" Subject(s): Farewell; Parting | ||||||||
Behold the hour, the boat, arrive! My dearest Nancy, O farewell! Severed frae thee, can I survive, Frae thee whom I hae lov'd sae weel? Endless and deep shall be my grief; LNae ray of comfort shall I see, But this most precious, dear belief, That thou wilt still remember me! Alang the solitary shore Where flitting sea-fowl round me cry, Across the rolling, dashing roar, I'll westward turn my wishful eye. "Happy thou Indian grove," I'll say, "Where now my Nancy's path shall be! While thro' your sweets she holds her way, O tell me, does she muse on me?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN STUDY #2 FOR B.B.L. by JUNE JORDAN WATCHING THE NEEDLEBOATS AT SAN SABBA by JAMES JOYCE SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES |
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