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Won't you help support DayPoems? A Maori Girl's SongBy Alfred Domett5/20/1811-11/1887"Alas, and well-a-day! they are talking of me still: By the tingling of my nostril, I fear they are talking ill; Poor hapless I -- poor little I -- so many mouths to fill -- And all for this strange feeling -- O, this sad, sweet pain! "O! senseless heart -- O simple! to yearn so, and to pine For one so far above me, confest o'er all to shine, For one a hundred dote upon, who never can be mine! O, 'tis a foolish feeling -- all this fond, sweet pain! "When I was quite a child -- not so many moons ago -- A happy little maiden -- O, then it was not so; Like a sunny-dancing wavelet then I sparkled to and fro; And I never had this feeling -- O, this sad, sweet pain! "I think it must be owing to the idle life I lead In the dreamy house for ever that this new bosom-weed Has sprouted up and spread its shoots till it troubles me indeed With a restless, weary feeling -- such a sad, sweet pain! "So in this pleasant islet, O, no longer will I stay -- And the shadowy summer dwelling I will leave this very day; On Arapa I'll launch my skiff, and soon be borne away From all that feeds this feeling -- O, this fond, sweet pain! "I'll go and see dear Rima -- she'll welcome me, I know, And a flaxen cloak -- her gayest -- o'er my weary shoulders throw, With purfle red and points so free -- O, quite a lovely show -- To charm away this feeling -- O, this sad, sweet pain! "Two feathers I will borrow, and so gracefully I'll wear Two feathers soft and snowy, for my long, black, lustrous hair. Of the albatross's down they'll be -- O, how charming they'll look there -- All to chase away this feeling -- O, this fond, sweet pain! "Then the lads will flock around me with flattering talk all day -- And, with anxious little pinches, sly hints of love convey; And I shall blush with happy pride to hear them, I daresay, And quite forget this feeling -- O, this sad, sweet pain!" DayPoems Poem No. 859 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2006 by Timothy Keith Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly attempt to assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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