Earl March look'd on his dying child, And, smit with grief to view her-- The youth, he cried, whom I exiled Shall be restored to woo her. She's at the window many an hour His coming to discover: And he look'd up to Ellen's bower And she look'd on her lover-- But ah! so pale, he knew her not, Though her smile on him was dwelling-- And am I then forgot--forgot? It broke the heart of Ellen. In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs, Her cheek is cold as ashes; Nor love's own kiss shall wake those eyes To lift their silken lashes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE |