FLITTING fancy, blithe and free, Often have I thought of thee! How we sat by babbling brook, Sunny meadow, shady nook. Hazel eyes looked into mine, Soulful, rapturous, divine. Every glance and every sigh, -- Actions thou might now deny, -- Speechless speech, unspoken vow, -- These were darts from Eros' bow! Flitting fancy, blithe and free, Dost thou love as I love thee? Gentle youth, so gay and free, Seldom have I thought of thee; How we sat by babbling brook, Sunny field or shady nook. Dark blue eyes looked into mine, -- They were roguish, not divine! Every glance and every sigh, -- Actions you @3cannot@1 deny, -- Were only efforts made in vain! Cupid's arts we cannot feign: Both were guilty, don't you see? Love you? No, nor dost thou me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWELVE SONNETS: 8 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE WOLD WALL by WILLIAM BARNES THE HOME-COMING by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE DIVAGATOR by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE PILGRIM by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 11 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING PATIENCE AND HOPE by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |