YE have been fresh and green, Ye have been filled with flowers: And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours. You have beheld, how they With wicker arks did come To kiss, and bear away The richer cowslips home. Ye have heard them sweetly sing, And seen them in a round: Each virgin, like a Spring, With honeysuckles crowned. But now, we see none here Whose silvery feet did tread, And with dishevelled hair Adorned this smoother mead. Like unthrifts, having spent Your stock, and needy grown, Ye are left here to lament Your poor estates alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITANY: 10. THE MARTYRS by JOHN DONNE A NOCTURNAL REVERIE by ANNE FINCH IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON, FR. THE HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR GLOTTO'S TOWER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO MY CHILDREN: 3 by DOLLIE CAROLINE MAITLAND RADFORD |