Ah, welladay! they met on many an eve, And cull'd the honey hived in either heart, Whiles yet no chill of lurking doubt doth grieve With thought that they could ever draw apart. The maid too featly doth herself deceive, The knight hath long forgot his bitter smart. This earth for them was paradise enow— What richer could the glowing heavens bestow? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |