MAIDEN! wrap thy mantle round thee, Cold the rain beats on thy breast: Why should horror's voice astound thee, Death can bid the wretched rest! All under the tree Thy bed may be, And thou mayst slumber peacefully. Maiden! once gay Pleasure knew thee; Now thy cheeks are pale and deep: Love has been a felon to thee, Yet, poor maiden, do not weep: There's rest for thee All under the tree, Where thou wilt sleep most peacefully. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 1. CAPTIVITY by GEOFFREY CHAUCER RED JACKET by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK MAIDENHOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 8. DEPARTURE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE LOVE: AN ELEGY by MARK AKENSIDE THE AUTHOR'S PARTING ADDRESS TO THE MUSE by BERNARD BARTON TO ALEXIS IN ANSWER TO HIS POEM AGAINST FRUITION by APHRA BEHN |