My two old neighbours come along the lane Tucking their sober skirts up from the grass -- "To see her you see April in a glass; She is the quince bough blowing at your pane." From village houses in a windy line -- "The folk in church have scarce the wit to pray; Her looks drift in between each word they say." But ah, I know a lovelier face was mine! Beauty indeed is but the flower of quince -- (And who so well as I should know this thing?) Blown out of mind as out the white tree nigh, And down the dusty highways of Long Since, Blown out of mind. There is no second spring -- For ah, I know a lovelier face had I! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE BAPTIST by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, WITH MR. DONNE'S SATIRES by BEN JONSON SONNET: WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON by JOHN KEATS MY LOVE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL HARLEM SHADOWS by CLAUDE MCKAY NEGRO GIRL by IRENE COOPER ALLEN |