William Henry Drummond

(13 April, 1854 – 6 April, 1907 / Mohill, County Leitrim)

Spring Bereaved 3 - Poem by William Henry Drummond

ALEXIS, here she stay'd; among these pines,
Sweet hermitress, she did alone repair;
Here did she spread the treasure of her hair,
More rich than that brought from the Colchian mines.
She set her by these musked eglantines,
--The happy place the print seems yet to bear:
Her voice did sweeten here thy sugar'd lines,
To which winds, trees, beasts, birds, did lend their ear.
Me here she first perceived, and here a morn
Of bright carnations did o'erspread her face;
Here did she sigh, here first my hopes were born,
And I first got a pledge of promised grace:
   But ah! what served it to be happy so?
   Sith passed pleasures double but new woe?


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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