O you away high there, you that lean From amber lattices upon the cobalt night, I am below amid the pine trees, Amid the little pine trees, hear me! "The jester walked in the garden." Did he so? Well, there's no use your loving me That way, Lady; For I've nothing but songs to give you. I am set wide upon the world's ways To say that life is, some way, a gay thing, But you never string two days upon one wire But there'll come sorrow of it. And I loved a love once. Over beyond the moon there, I loved a love once, And, may be, more times, But she danced like a pink moth in the shrubbery. Oh, I know you women from the "other folk," And it'll all come right, O' Sundays. "The jester walked in the garden." Did he so? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABANDONED RANCH, BIG BEND by HAYDEN CARRUTH HAIL TEESSIDE! by CECIL DAY LEWIS WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN ECSTASY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOPE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |