It was no sooner than this morn That first I found you there, Deep in a field of southern corn The colour of your hair. I had read books you had not read, Yet I was put to shame To hear the simple words you said, And see your eyes aflame. Shall I forget when prying dawn Sends me about my way, The careless stars, the quiet lawn, And you with whom I lay? Yours is the beauty of the moon, The wisdom of the sea, Since first you tasted, sweet and soon, Of God's forbidden tree. Darling, a scholar's fancies sink So faint beneath your song; And you are right, why should we think, We who are young and strong? For we are simple, you and I, We do what others do, Who live because they fear to die And love the whole night through. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 23 by THOMAS CAMPION THE BOATMAN OF KINSALE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS STONEWALL JACKSON; MORTALLY WOUNDED AT CHANCELLORSVILLE by HERMAN MELVILLE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 23 by OMAR KHAYYAM SONNET PREFIXED TO 'THE COMMONWEALTH & GOVERNMENT OF VENICE' by EDMUND SPENSER THE TULIP AND THE LILY, SELECTION by JAMES BARCLAY |