I loved my love from green of Spring Until sere Autumn's fall; But now that leaves are withering How should one love at all? One heart's too small For hunger, cold, love, everything. I loved my love on sunny days Until late Summer's wane; But now that frost begins to glaze How should one love again? Nay, love and pain Walk wide apart in diverse ways. I loved my love -- alas to see That this should be, alas! I thought that this could scarcely be, Yet has it come to pass: Sweet sweet love was, Now bitter bitter grown to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CALIFORNIA CHRISTMAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE CHILD ALONE: 6. BLOCK CITY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF SARAH CANDLER by BERNARD BARTON LUCERNE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND, MASTER SHAKERLY MARMION, UPON CUPID AND PSYCHE by RICHARD BROME |