I SAW the peasant's hand unkind From yonder oak the ivy sever; They seem'd in very being twined; Yet now the oak is fresh as ever. Not so the widow'd ivy shines: Torn from its dear and only stay, In drooping widowhood it pines, And scatters all its blooms away! Thus, Julia, did our hearts entwine, Till Fate disturb'd their tender ties: Thus gay indifference blooms in thine, While mine, deserted, droops and dies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VILLAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES EPITAPH ON AN ARMY OF MERCENARIES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE BLACKBIRD by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BROKEN WATER WHEEL by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM ANNUNCIATIO B.V. by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |