Anne Bradstreet
Northampton, England
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Another (Ii)

Rating: 2.9
As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer,
Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear,
Perplext, in every bush and nook doth pry,
Her dearest deer, might answer ear or eye;
So doth my anxious soul, which now doth miss
A dearer dear (far dearer heart) than this.
Still wait with doubts, and hopes, and failing eye,
His voice to hear or person to descry.
Or as the pensive dove doth all alone
(On withered bough) most uncouthly bemoan
The absence of her love and loving mate,
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Ratnakar Mandlik 25 July 2019
" Together at one tree let us browse" Grand conceptualization in memory of love gone faw and giving him a call for return and reunion. Great love song worthy of classic poem of the Day.
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jhontrot 25 July 2019
I don't think she is putting everything in order here. I don't find the scrutinizing so spilling and the lines don't go from one lo another so well in musicality. http: //www.4cashpath.com/ I take this to be a hopeful piece, anyway not her best take.
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Edward Kofi Louis 25 July 2019
Return my dear! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Adeeb Alfateh 25 July 2019
Where she her captive husband doth espy. Mine being gone, I lead a joyless life, I have a loving peer, yet seem no wife; But worst of all, to him can't steer my course, beautiful poem great 10+++++++++++++++
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Aniruddha Pathak 25 July 2019
So meticulously penned in couplets, so typically classical.
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Bernard F. Asuncion 25 July 2019
A well crafted poem by Anne Bradstreet....
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