Explore "The other Lover" by Joyce Kilmer on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I'm home from off the stormy sea, / And down the street / The folk come out to welcome me / On eager feet. / O neighbors, God be with you all, / But for my true love I must call; / She lingers in her father's hall / So shy, so sweet!
Here is a string of milky pearls / For her to wear, / An amber comb to match the curls / Of her bright hair. / O neighbors, do not crowd me so! / Stand by! stand by! for I must go / To put on my love's hand of snow / This gold ring fair.