The Maid’s Lament
I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone,
I feel I am alone.
I check’d him while he spoke; yet, could he speak, . . .
I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone,
I feel I am alone.
I check’d him while he spoke; yet, could he speak, . . .
About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,
The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim, . . .
A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown,
A route through a heavy wood with muffled steps in the darkness,
Our army foil’d with loss severe, and the sullen remnant retreating, . . .
I
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low; . . .
Half of my life is gone, and I have let
The years slip from me and have not fulfilled
The aspiration of my youth, to build . . .
The moon now rises to her absolute rule,
And the husbandman and hunter
Acknowledge her for their mistress. . . .
Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness - . . .