I skip like a gazelle

I skip like a gazelle at passion’s call
  To see my love, secluded in her hall.
Arriving there, I find my darling in,
  With mother, father, brothers—all her kin.
I take one look and grimly shrink away,
  As if she didn’t matter anyway.
Them I fear; but her, my love, I mourn
  Like a mother mourning her first born.
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On his way to visit his beloved, the narrator arrives to see her surrounded by her family and, chagrined, leaves instead. This love poem is unusual in that it depicts the desired woman, who is presumably noble, “secluded” among her kinfolk. The poet appears as an outsider to the family scene and even, perhaps, to the social milieu.

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