She lacked all analytic to infer, Knew not my suffering; though afterward, When things with us began to go so hard, She felt, she knew what I'd become for her Or tried to: "O my knight, my rescuer, From cave and forest, O my savior-prince, For whom I waited, O long since, long since, Without your coming, where and whither were My steps today!" -- Her poignant gratitude Would shame me into silence, into fear -- For on her lashes there would be the tear, And something not of earth in her wild mood. And from my neck I would unwind her arms, And quiet hers and hide my own alarms. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WISHES TO HIS SUPPOSED MISTRESS by RICHARD CRASHAW EVEN SO by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MRS. HARRIS'S PETITION: TO EXCELLENCIES THE LORDS JUSTICES OF IRELAND by JONATHAN SWIFT THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY by WALT WHITMAN THE RUNNER WITH THE LOTS by LEONIE ADAMS THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |