On summer afternoons I sit Quiescent by you in the park, And idly watch the sunbeams gild And tint the ash-trees' bark. Or else I watch the squirrels frisk And chaffer in the grassy lane; And all the while I mark your voice Breaking with love and pain. I know a woman who would give Her chance of heaven to take my place; To see the love-light in your eyes, The love-glow on your face! And there's a man whose lightest word Can set my chilly blood afire; Fulfillment of his least behest Defines my life's desire. But he will none of me. Nor I Of you. Nor you of her. 'Tis said The world is full of jests like these. -- I wish that I were dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODES I, 9. TO WINTER by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS THE AUTHOR'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIMSELF by WALTER RALEIGH PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE BROOK; AN IDYL by ALFRED TENNYSON PHILIP, KING OF MACEDON by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE SATIRE: 4 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS |