'WHEN I was in thy chamber, Alone, my love, with thee, Night cast its shadow round us, And none was there to see; The very breeze was lying Asleep within the tree; Then who could tell, or who reveal, This cruel tale of me?' 'The lady moon was peeping, And watch'd us through the tree; A little star shot downwards, And told it to the sea; A sailor caught the whisper, Who bore no love to me, And sang, before a maiden's door, This wicked tale of thee.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RYTON FIRS by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE SONG OF NATURE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON AMORETTI: 37 by EDMUND SPENSER |