“O little lady”

O little lady, I remember when
I danced one night so many sets with you,
The next we talked so long as evening fell,
And then I saw you leave—our paths diverged—
As everyone began the journey home.
Since then I’ve searched with hopeful heart
Each year that to those grounds I have returned,
But I’ve not seen your face, nor heard your voice.
Oh, come again, fair maid! Let me renew
Our brief acquaintance—more, let us be friends.

I wrote this several weeks ago, thinking about a young lady whose acquaintance I was most pleased to make at Evart several years ago, but whom I’ve not seen since then.

As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions (perhaps of a real title for this poem?), questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. (In other words, if you liked this poem, or you didn’t like it, or it made you think of something, or … please leave a comment to let me know.) If you liked this, you can follow this blog, which includes one of my poems every Friday, or read other poems I’ve written here on my blog (starting with yesterday’s archive installment, since the full archive is by now, at well over a hundred poems, somewhat daunting); I’d especially like to know, as part of my preparations for a collection, which poems you think are my best. You may also share this poem with others, subject to my sharing policy.

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