“Oh Ye, All Ye That Walk in Willowwood”
Two gaz’d into a pool, he gaz’d and she,
Not hand in hand, yet heart in heart, I think,
Pale and reluctant on the water’s brink
AS on the brink of parting which must be.
Each eyed the other’s aspect, she and he,
Each felt one hungering heart leap up and sink,
Each tasted bitterness which both must drink,
There on the brink of life’s dividing sea.
Lilies upon the surface, deep below
Two wistful faces craving each for each,
Resolute and reluctant without speech:—
A sudden ripple made the faces flow
One moment join’d, to vanish out of reach:
So these hearts join’d, and ah! were parted so.
This is a beauty poem. In fact, the most beautiful one. But somehow this website has the audacity to disgrace it with ads. Not one, not two, but three in the playing process. Beautiful.
What Caused The Ripple If it was just me my face would be rippled by the pee from a bee; but as there were two and a bird overpool flew, .....
Written ages ago yet it is just as lovely now as I am sure it was then. I said lovely- -that is probably not the best word but her writing skills are lovely and the images in this poem are heart-rending but yet lovely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pale and reluctant on the water's bank! Nice piece of work.