THE new moon hung in the sky, The sun was low in the west, And my betrothed and I In the churchyard paused to rest -- Happy maiden and lover, Dreaming the old dream over: The light winds wandered by, And robins chirped from the nest. And, lo! in the meadow-sweet Was the grave of a little child, With a crumbling stone at the feet, And the ivy running wild -- Tangled ivy and clover Folding it over and over: Close to my sweetheart's feet Was the little mound up-piled. Stricken with nameless fears, She shrank and clung to me, And her eyes were filled with tears For a sorrow I did not see: Lightly the winds were blowing, Softly her tears were flowing -- Tears for the unknown years And a sorrow that was to be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PINE TREE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE SWALLOWS by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 2. TO SLEEP by MARK AKENSIDE HEINE'S GRAVE by MATTHEW ARNOLD LILIES: 28. NOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SILVIO'S COMPLAINT: A SONG, TO A FINE SCOTCH TUNE by APHRA BEHN WAR AUTOBIOGRAPHY; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |