Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A PASTORAL, by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON |
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