ALONG the grass sweet airs are blown Our way this day in Spring. Of all the songs that we have known Now which one shall we sing? Not that, my love, ah no!-- Not this, my love? why, so!-- Yet both were ours, but hours will come and go. The grove is all a pale frail mist, The new year sucks the sun. Of all the kisses that we kissed Now which shall be the one? Not that, my love, ah no!-- Not this, my love?--heigh-ho For all the sweets that all the winds can blow! The branches cross above our eyes, The skies are in a net: And what's the thing beneath the skies We two would most forget? Not birth, my love, no, no,-- Not death, my love, no, no,-- The love once ours, but ours long hours ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN [NOVEMBER 24, 1863] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER ODE TO FEAR by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) TOMMY'S DEAD by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL ENVOI by JOHN GNEISENAU NEIHARDT THE GARDEN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A BIRTHDAY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |