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...FAREWELL TO FARGO: SELLING THE HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON MOTHER AND POET; TURIN, AFTER THE NEWS FROM GAETA, 1861 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING IVAN THE CZAR by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE LOSS OF GRILDRIG by ALEXANDER POPE OVER THE RIVER by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 11 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |