I would lie down and launch my pain, All fern and lily-laden, Over the water like Elaine, Another deathly maiden -- (If it were a steady barge And the river not too large.) I, too, would drift a careless face Under the doleful willow, And be content to ease my grace On a mossy board for pillow -- (If some one would unbraid my hair And spread my ribbons out with care.) If Launcelot should shake his head, And the Queen grieve sedately, I would rejoice that I was dead, And rest there still and stately -- (If I were only sure they'd be Sorry @3enough@1 at sight of me!) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 10 by CONRAD AIKEN ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EPISTLE IN FORM OF A BALLAD TO HIS FRIENDS by FRANCOIS VILLON |