A STRANGE and charming tale still haunts my mind, Wherein a song the leading part assumes, And in the song there lives and twines and blooms A lovely specimen of womankind; And in this maiden is a heart enshrined, And yet no love that little heart illumes; Her loveless frosty disposition dooms Her life to suffer from her pride so blind. Hear'st thou how in my head the tale comes back? And how the song sounds solemnly and sad? And how the maiden titters softly yet? I only fear lest my poor head should crack. Alas! it would indeed be far too bad, If my unlucky reason were upset. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH (1) by MAXWELL BODENHEIM JEALOUS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A LIFE'S PARALLELS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 16. AL-KAHHAR by EDWIN ARNOLD SEASONS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS THE REASON WHY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES APRIL by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |