The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/The Lover

by Dora Sigerson Shorter

THE LOVER

He walks like one enchanted,
Whose soul is held in thrall,
By some sweet presence haunted
Who passed unseen by all.

He speaks as half-forgetting
The hearers that are by,
He sighs as though regretting
Some dear and soft reply.

It is a lover's rapture.
Naught doth he see or hear,
His heart is held in capture
Unto some mistress dear.