OH, come again to Astolat! I will not ask you to be kind. And you may go when you will go, And I will stay behind. I will not say how dear you are, Or ask you if you hold me dear, Or trouble you with things for you The way I did last year. So still the orchard, Lancelot, So very still the lake shall be, You could not guessÂthough you should guess -- What is become of me. So wide shall be the garden-walk, The garden-seat so very wide, You needs must think -- if you should think -- The lily maid had died. Save that, a little way away, I'd watch you for a little while, To see you speak, the way you speak, And smile, -- if you should smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL |