EARLY one morning, just as the sun was rising, I heard a maid sing in the valley below: 'Oh, don't deceive me! Oh, never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so?' 'Remember the vows you made to your Mary, Remember the bower where you vowed to be true; Oh, don't deceive me! Oh, never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so? Oh, gay is the garland, and fresh are the roses I've culled from the garden to bind on your brow; Oh, don't deceive me! Oh, never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so? Thus sang the poor maid, her sorrows bewailing, Thus sang the poor maiden in the valley below; Oh, don't deceive me! Oh, never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so?' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SQUIRE BOWLING GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR SONNET: 55 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LEGENDARY LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON VERSES WRITTEN IN THE LEAVES OF AN IVORY POCKET-BOOK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 26. BEYOND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO THE WINDS by BERNARD BARTON VERSES TO -- --, ON THE FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF THEIR MARRIAGE by BERNARD BARTON |