Under willows among the graves One was walking, ah welladay! Where each willow her green boughs waves Come April prime, come May. Under willows among the graves She met her lost love, ah welladay! Where in Autumn each wild wind raves And whirls sere leaves away. He looked at her with a smile, She looked at him with a sigh, Both paused to look awhile; Then he passed by, Passed by and whistled a tune; She stood silent and still: It was the sunniest day in June, Yet one felt a chill. Under willows among the graves I know a certain black black pool Scarce wrinkled when Autumn raves; Under the turf is cool; Under the water it must be cold; Winter comes cold when Summer's past; Though she live to be old, so old, She shall die at last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SAD MOTHER by KATHARINE TYNAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 38. AL-KABIR by EDWIN ARNOLD CLOWNS' DAY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SHAKESPEARE TO HIS MIRROR by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TO AN EVOLUTIONIST by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON BUSSY D'AMBOIS by GEORGE CHAPMAN (1559-1634) AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN LITTLETON, WHO WAS DROWNED ... by ABRAHAM COWLEY |