Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли)
A Girl’s Love Song
It was an April morning When my true love went out; The wind had never a warning; The sky had never a doubt. Leaves and blossoms were lustres On oak and maple and beech; Hopes were hanging in clusters A little out of reach. He wandered—he and no other— Down by the little white brook; The stones sang one to another, “A king is coming; look!” The brook said, laughing and leaping, “Peep, and you shall see.” Through the leaves he went peeping, And there he saw—Me. Saw me, took me, crowned me, There, as I stood in my shame; I knew that he had found me, Before I knew his name. I went where I was fated, Dumb with fear and surprise. A week and a day I waited, Before I saw his eyes, I gave him never a whisper For all the words he said; The brook was a pleasant lisper, It talked to him instead. Brook, you told my emotion, Hearing him plight his vow! Brook, you have not a notion What I feel for him now!
Menella Bute Smedley’s other poems:
- Wooden Legs
- A Meeting
- The Story of Queen Isabel
- The Little White Doe
- An Anniversary (On the seventh of September, two little years gone by)
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