YOU shun me, Chloe, wild and shy As some stray fawn that seeks its mother Through trackless woods. If spring-winds sigh, It vainly strives its fears to smother; -- Its trembling knees assail each other When lizards stir the bramble dry; -- You shun me, Chloe, wild and shy As some stray fawn that seeks its mother. And yet no Libyan lion I, -- No ravening thing to rend another; Lay by your tears, your tremors by -- A Husband's better than a brother; Nor shun me, Chloe, wild and shy As some stray fawn that seeks its mother. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (2) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK,' IT SAID by MARIANNE MOORE THOSE WHO LOVE by SARA TEASDALE PIONEERS! O PIONEERS! by WALT WHITMAN LATE AUTUMN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM HARVEST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 62. FAREWELL TO JULIET (14) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |