I'M driven hither and thither along! But yet a few hours, I shall see her again, Herself, the most fair of the fair maiden-train; -- True heart, what means thy throbbing so strong? The hours are only a slothful race! Lazily they move each day, And with yawning go their way; -- Hasten on, ye slothful race! Wild-raging eagerness thrills me indeed; Never in love have the hours delighted; So, in a cruel bond strangely united, Slily deride they the lovers' wild speed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BONNYBELL: THE GRAY SPHEX by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BELEAGUERED CITY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MARECHAL NIEL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BATTLE AT THE RIVER RAISIN; JANUARY 22, 1813 by LEVI BISHOP VULTURE by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK WILD FLOWERS by OLIVE BODA BROWN |