Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A PASTORAL, by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON



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A PASTORAL, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: It was whit sunday yesterday
Last Line: That he was dead, that I must die.
Alternate Author Name(s): Duclaux, Madame Emile; Darmesteter, Mary; Robinson, A. Mary F.
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The


IT was Whit Sunday yesterday,
The neighbours met at church to pray;
But I remembered it was May
And went a-wandering far away.

I rested on a shady lawn,
Behind I heard green branches torn,
And through the gap there looked a Faun,
Green ivy hung from either horn.

We built ourselves a flowery house
With roof and walls of tangled boughs,
But whilst we sat and made carouse
The church bells drowned our songs and vows.

The light died out and left the sky,
We sighed and rose and said goodbye.
We had forgotten -- He and I,
That he was dead, that I must die.





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