Meditations pure were ours Side by side, along the ways; We held each other's hand without Speaking, among the hidden flowers. Alone we walked as if betrothed, Lost in the green night of the fields; We shared this fruit of fairy reels, The moon, to madmen well disposed. And then, we were dead upon the moss, Far, quite alone, among the soft Shades of this intimate, murmuring wood; And there, in the vast light aloft, We found ourselves with many a tear, O my companion of silence dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRASH MEN by CHARLES BUKOWSKI SWEET CLOVER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A COUNTRY BURIAL by EMILY DICKINSON SHERMAN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER SONNET: 109 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CRADLE SONG OF A SOLDIER'S WIFE by T. T. BARKER VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN A BURIAL-GROUND .. SOCIETY OF FRIENDS by BERNARD BARTON |