SHE failed me at the tryst: All the long afternoon The golden day went by, Until the rising moon; But, as I waited on, Turning my eyes about, Aching for sight of her, Until the stars came out, -- Maybe 'twas but a dream -- There close against my face, "Beauty am I," said one, "I come to take her place." And then I understood Why, all the waiting through, The green had seemed so green, The blue had seemed so blue, The song of bird and stream Had been so passing sweet, For all the coming not Of her forgetful feet; And how my heart was tranced, For all its lonely ache, Gazing on mirrored rushes Sky-deep in the lake. Said Beauty: "@3Me@1 you love, You love her for my sake." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUS VENERIS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE BARCLAY OF URY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LOOKING FORWARD by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA A NAMELESS EPITAPH (2) by MATTHEW ARNOLD LILIES: 14. THE AWAKING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 23 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE CREOLE SLAVE SONG: THE SONG OF CAYETANO'S CIRCUS by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE |