They met each other in the glade -- She lifted up her eyes; Alack the day! Alack the maid! She blushed in swift surprise. Alas! alas! the woe that comes from lifting up the eyes. The pail was full, the path was steep -- He reached to her his hand; She felt her warm young pulses leap, But did not understand. Alas! alas! the woe that comes from clasping hand with hand. She sat beside him in the wood -- He wooed with words and sighs; Ah! love in spring seems sweet and good, And maidens are not wise. Alas! alas! the woe that comes from listing lovers' sighs. The summer sun shone fairly down, The wind blew from the south; As blue eyes gazed in eyes of brown, His kiss fell on her mouth. Alas! alas! the woe that comes from kisses on the mouth. And now the autumn time is near, The lover roves away, With breaking heart and falling tear, She sits the livelong day. Alas! alas! for breaking hearts when lovers rove away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW THE VOYAGE OF MAELDUNE by ALFRED TENNYSON MON REPOS (MY MOTHER'S GIRLHOOD HOME) by ALFRED BARRETT THE BLACK FOREST ACOST by KATHRYN BLOOM THE EMBRYO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CROSS AND THRONE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |