My only love is always nears, — In country or in town I see her twinkling feet, I hear The whisper of her gown. She foots it ever fair and young, Her locks are tied in haste, And one is o'er her shoulder flung, And hangs below her waist. She ran before me in the meads; And down this world-worn track She leads me on; but while she leads She never gazes back. And hey her voice is in my dreams, To witch me more and more; That wooing voice! Ah me, it seems Less near me than of yore. Lightly I sped when hope was high, And youth beguiled the chase, — I follow, follow still; but I Shall never see her face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COWSLIPS AND LARKS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE FARM CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CAPTAIN CARPENTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM SATIRE: 4 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HONOUR DISHONOURED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: VENICE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |