The road we followed led us to a hill. Hands clasped, we mounted toward the morning sun; And when the wooded summit had been won We laughed together as young lovers will. You drew me slowly close to you until Our first kiss told what mischief had been done. Pan prompted you but no Syrinx bade me run To be a clump of reeds beside a rill. My heart recalls the budding paw-paw tree; The whistle that you whittled out for me. The hill, the tree, the toy are lost for aye -- But always, darling, when the year brings May I cross my heart, because we have arranged Somehow, to keep the love that we exchanged. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG LINCOLN by EDWIN MARKHAM ROAST LEVIATHAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: 7. THE MEASURE OF BEAUTY by THOMAS CAMPION BEAVER BROOK by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE STUDY OF A SPIDER by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN HE REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO A THESAURUS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |