They said someone was waiting; And at the trysting oak Sudden enchanting voices Leaf-lightly spoke. Daylong she had been coming, And all the forest sang Of beauty: elfin-softly The bluebells rang. Nightlong she was in shadow, She who went away As the moon does in the silver Veils of day. I see no course to follow, Alas, nor where to find The silver way she vanished, Being blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHURCH-PORCH by GEORGE HERBERT THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON LAYING THE CORNER-STONE OF THE BUNKER HILL MOMUMENT by JOHN PIERPONT POPPY: FANTASTIC EXTRAVAGANCE by FRANCIS THOMPSON LILIES: 19. 'WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WAS 'FAR AWAY,' I WAS DREAMING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |