Do you remember how I laughed at you In the Beaulieu woods, and how I made my peace? It was your thirtieth birthday, and you threw Stones like a school-girl at the chestnut trees. The heavens were light above us and the breeze. Your Corydon and all the merry crew Had wandered to a distance, busier bees Than we, who cared not where the hazels grew. We were alone at last. I had been teasing You with the burden of years left behind. You were too fair to find my wit displeasing, And I too tender to be less than kind. Your pebbles struck me. "Wretch," I cried. The word Entered our hearts that instant like a sword. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL by WILLIAM BLAKE THE NIGHTINGALE; A CONVERSATION POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE GOBLIN MARKET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI COUNTER-ATTACK by SIEGFRIED SASSOON TIRED MOTHERS by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH INSTRUCTIONS, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN PARIS, FOR THE MOB IN ENGLAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK |