MY Friend and I, we climbed together Sweet-scented hill-sides covered over With clusters of the lilac heather; Around us was the fair Spring weather. She was my friend, I was her lover. Above us was that perfect heaven One only sees in Tuscany. Below us was the valley, riven With budding vineyards green and even, Far-stretching like a Summer sea. She heard sweet music from the thrushes, I, from her voice, that softer grew When swift the birds sprang from the bushes, And in those sudden, tender hushes We only talked as friends might do. O scented hills we climbed together! O blue, far sky that bent above her! She never will forget that heather, That Tuscan day, that soft Spring weather, Yet me she has forgot—her lover. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SIR HENRY GOODYERE by BEN JONSON JEANIE MORRISON by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR THE ITALICS ARE RICHARD GIFFORD'S by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS WHAT DICK AN' I DID by WILLIAM BARNES THEN AND NOW by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |