Here you will find the Poem My Nora of poet William Makepeace Thackeray
Beneath the gold acacia buds My gentle Nora sits and broods, Far, far away in Boston woods My gentle Nora! I see the tear-drop in her e'e, Her bosom's heaving tenderly; I know?I know she thinks of me, My Darling Nora! And where am I? My love, whilst thou Sitt'st sad beneath the acacia bough, Where pearl's on neck, and wreath on brow, I stand, my Nora! Mid carcanet and coronet, Where joy-lamps shine and flowers are set? Where England's chivalry are met, Behold me, Nora! In this strange scene of revelry, Amidst this gorgeous chivalry, A form I saw was like to thee, My love?my Nora! She paused amidst her converse glad; The lady saw that I was sad, She pitied the poor lonely lad,? Dost love her, Nora? In sooth, she is a lovely dame, A lip of red, and eye of flame, And clustering golden locks, the same As thine, dear Nora? Her glance is softer than the dawn's, Her foot is lighter than the fawn's, Her breast is whiter than the swan's, Or thine, my Nora! Oh, gentle breast to pity me! Oh, lovely Ladye Emily! Till death?till death I'll think of thee? Of thee and Nora!
