She has griffins twain to guard her gate, A mastiff-hound to watch in her hall, A page for her train when she walks in state, And minstrels and maidens around her to wait, And lovers and gallants at beck and call; But ah! she left her shutter a-jar For the cool to climb over the window-bar! The griffins grinn'd in the moonlight green, The hound by the grim red embers slept; I scraped a chord on my mandoline, A chord, Parde, that might ruin a queen! And softly a-down the garden I crept; And, ah! the song slid thro' the shutter a-jar, And the lady lean'd over the window-bar! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS LOHENGRIN; PROEM by EMMA LAZARUS CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TOM MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |