AND had you loved me then, my dear, And had you loved me there, When still the sun was in the east And hope was in the air, -- When all the birds sang to the dawn And I but sang to you, -- Oh, had you loved me then, my dear, And had you then been true! But ah! the day wore on, my dear, And when the noon grew hot The drowsy birds forgot to sing, And you and I forgot To talk of love, or live for faith, Or build ourselves a nest; And now our hearts are shelterless, Our sun is in the west. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTRANGEMENT by WILLIAM WATSON THE STORK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM UNCHANGING by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT MILTON AT CRIPPLEGATE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB ON THE RIGHT HONOURABLE CHARLES, LORD HERBERT by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) HUGH STUART BOYD: HIS BLINDNESS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |