When last I strolled these ways with Grace We chatted of a country place And light expenses; A cottage framed in flower beds, Yard trees of fir—with close-cropped heads— And rustic fences. Then Love was ever to be king And all the days with songs should ring, And we would sing them; Or I might play the rustic squire And read the classics by the fire— If luck would bring them. A market gardener keeps the cot, And beets adorn the garden spot— So much for fancies! Grace wedded, some two years ago, A millionaire—she chanced to know His circumstances! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN OF ADONIS by EMMA LAZARUS MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL EARTH IS ENOUGH by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HENRY PHIPPS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM |