I cannot tell you how it was; But this I know: it came to pass -- Upon a bright and breezy day When May was young, ah pleasant May! As yet the poppies were not born Between the blades of tender corn; The last eggs had not hatched as yet, Nor any bird forgone its mate. I cannot tell you what it was; But this I know: it did but pass. It passed away with sunny May, With all sweet things it passed away, And left me old, and cold, and grey. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NURSING HOME: THE DOLL by KAREN SWENSON LOVE SONGS TO JOANNES by MINA LOY BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER by WALLACE RICE THE SHEPHERD'S CONTENT by RICHARD BARNFIELD REASONABLE MELANCHOLY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT SAME COTTAGE - BUT ANOTHER SONG, OF ANOTHER SEASON by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |