Where wert thou, love, when from Twm Barlum turned The moon's face full the way of Alteryn, And from his wood's dark cage the nightingale Drave out clear notes across the open sheen? I stood alone to see the ripples run From light to shade, and shade to light in play; Like fearsome children stealing guilty moves When Age is dozing -- when thou wert away. The banks of Alteryn are no less sweet, Nor Malpas brook more chary of his flower, And I unchanged as they; but thou, dear love, Allowest Time to part us with his hours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEASURE MIXED WITH PAIN by THOMAS WYATT PROLONGED SONNET: WHEN THE TROOPS WERE RETURNING FROM MILAN by NICCOLO DEGLI ALBIZZI THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND [NOVEMBER 19, 1620] by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |