But yesterday I walked with Fay Among the lilac hedges; We strayed about A mile, no doubt, A-plucking blooms, and—pledges. The day was fair, The lilacs there Seemed nodding gayly to us; The mating birds Piped loving words To us as if they knew us. I held her hand— You understand I did it for protection; We, at each pause, Discussed the laws Of "natural selection." Heigho! the year Is not yet sere, And spring but lately tarried; I haunt the hedge, But glean no pledge, For Fay has gone and married! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SECRET by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MINERVA JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A FLORIDA GHOST by SIDNEY LANIER MIDSUMMER FROST (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG AT THE CHURCH DOOR by GEORGE SANTAYANA |