OUR love was pure As the snow on the mountains: White as a moon Between the clouds -- They're telling me Your thoughts are double: That's why I've come To break it off. To-day we'll drink A cup of wine. To-morrow we'll part Beside the Canal: Walking about, Beside the Canal, Where its branches divide East and west. Alas and alas, And again alas. So must a girl Cry when she's married, If she find not a man Of single heart, Who will not leave her Till her hair is white. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTLE WOOD by EMILY JANE BRONTE I SAW A STABLE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE CHRISTMAS CAROL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE YOUNG GLASS-STAINER by THOMAS HARDY TO MY BOOKS by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON SONNET UPON HISTORIE OF GEORGE CASTRIOT, ALIAS SCANDERBERG by EDMUND SPENSER |