O for the songs that maids sang in times past To ease their hearts; Sang in the Spring, When rivers flow again, When violets bloom and phoebes build their nests! O the bright eyes and hot cheeks Awaiting young lovers, In summer dusk, When work was done, And cattle crunched the corn in stanchioned rows! Faded the eyes and cold the cheeks; Ceased is the singing. The rivers flow, The dark falls; But the girls do not come. God, what have you done with their love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE by ELIZABETH I THE WIDOW'S LAMENT IN SPRINGTIME by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS WILD GEESE by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS THE JOLLY COMPANY by RUPERT BROOKE AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 2 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 13 by THOMAS CAMPION OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 14. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE TENTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |