And, crown'd with all the season lent, The path by which we twain did go, Which led by tracts that pleased us well, Through four sweet years arose and fell, From flower to flower, from snow to snow. And we with singing cheer'd the way, And, crown'd with all the season lent, From April on to April went, And glad at heart from May to May. But where the path we walked began To slant the fifth autumnal slope, As we descended, following Hope, There sat the Shadow feared of man; Who broke our fair companionship, And spread his mantle dark and cold, And wrapped thee formless in the fold, And dulled the murmur on thy lip. And bore thee where I could not see Nor follow, tho' i walk in haste, And think that somewhere in the waste The Shadow sits and waits for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHANTOM HORSEWOMAN by THOMAS HARDY TO A CYCLAMEN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 2. THE OTHER ONE COMES TO HER by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS AH, HAD I SEEN THEE SOONER! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |