A STRANGE old woman on the wayside sate, Looked far away and shook her head and sighed. And when anon, close by, a rusty gate Loud on the warm winds cried, She lifted up her eyes and said, "You're late." Then shook her head and sighed. And evening found her thus, and night in state Walked thro' the starlight, and a heavy tide Followed the yellow moon around her wait, And morning walked in wide. She lifted up her eyes and said, "You're late." Then shook her head and sighed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BABY MAY by WILLIAM COX BENNETT HYMN OF THE CITY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ON PARTING by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE HARP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A GIRL'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST LONGFELLOW by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY AFTER SUNSET by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |