WHEN I went down the autumn lane My heart was free from fear and pain, I whistled lightly as I passed The spot where pulses once ran fast, Nor thought me that my head should whirl Again at sight of any girl, Since now that no love fettered me I felt I should be ever free; So down the brush-banked autumn lane I laughed at former fears and pain. When I came out the autumn lane I knew I should not laugh again, For in my lightsome, leaf-strewn path Cupid in ambush lay in wrath, And scarce my heart could utter cry, He pierced it through, and I shall die, For when one's heart is thus waylaid There is no cure but shroud and spade — When I came out the autumn lane I knew I should not laugh again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OPEN, TIME by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY TO THE PLIOCENE SKULL by FRANCIS BRET HARTE STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER BETH GELERT; OR, THE GRAVE OF THE GREYHOUND by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER THE PITY OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS VILLANELLE, WITH STEVENSON'S ASSISTANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 12 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |