English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. The Lover. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.

Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер)

The Lover

I go through wet spring woods alone,
Through sweet green woods with heart of stone,
My weary foot upon the grass
Falls heavy as I pass.
The cuckoo from the distance cries,
The lark a pilgrim in the skies;
But all the pleasant spring is drear.
I want you, dear!

I pass the summer meadows by,
The autumn poppies bloom and die;
I speak alone so bitterly
For no voice answers me.
“O lovers parting by the gate,
O robin singing to your mate,
Plead you well, for she will hear
‘I love you, dear!’”

I crouch alone, unsatisfied,
Mourning by winter’s fireside.
O Fate, what evil wind you blow.
Must this be so?
No southern breezes come to bless,
So conscious of their emptiness
My lonely arms I spread in woe,
I want you so.

Dora Sigerson Shorter’s other poems:

1. The Rape of the Baron’s Wine
2. When You Are on the Sea
3. My Neighbour’s Garden
4. Unknown Ideal
5. The Fairy Changeling

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Walter Landor (Уолтер Лэндор) The Lover (“Now thou art gone, tho’ not gone far”)

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