When in summer thou walkest In the meads by the river, And to thyself talkest, Dost thou think of one ever -- A lost and lorn one That adores thee and loves thee? And when happy morn's gone, And nature's calm moves thee, Leaving thee to thy sleep like an angel at rest, Does the one who adores thee still live in thy breast? Does nature e'er give thee Love's past happy vision, And wrap thee and leave thee In fancies Elysian? Thy beauty I clung to, As leaves to the tree; When thou, fair and young too, Looked lightly on me, Till love came upon thee like the sun to the west And shed its perfuming and bloom on thy breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE DANCERS by LAURENCE BINYON WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY [MAY 24, 1865] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 4 by EZRA POUND THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 38. THE MORROW'S MESSAGE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |