Oh, were you on the mountain, or saw you my love? Or saw you my own one, my queen and my dove? Or saw you the maiden with the step firm and free? And say, is she pining in sorrow like me? I was upon the mountain, and saw there your love; I saw there your own one, your queen and your dove; I saw there the maiden with the step firm and free; And she was not pining in sorrow like thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AWAKENING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AUCTION: ANDERSON GALLERIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND WHEN THE SULTAN GOES TO ISPAHAN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 32. AL-KHABIR by EDWIN ARNOLD A RONDEAU OF REGRETS by HENRI BAUDE DEAD AUTUMN by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL |