WHEN I went down the autumn lane My heart was free from fear and pain, I whistled lightly as I passed The spot where pulses once ran fast, Nor thought me that my head should whirl Again at sight of any girl, Since now that no love fettered me I felt I should be ever free; So down the brush-banked autumn lane I laughed at former fears and pain. When I came out the autumn lane I knew I should not laugh again, For in my lightsome, leaf-strewn path Cupid in ambush lay in wrath, And scarce my heart could utter cry, He pierced it through, and I shall die, For when one's heart is thus waylaid There is no cure but shroud and spade — When I came out the autumn lane I knew I should not laugh again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND AT THE DOOR by WILLIAM BARNES SEVEN TIMES SIX [ - GIVING IN MARRIAGE] by JEAN INGELOW GRATIANA DANCING AND SINGING by RICHARD LOVELACE HIC JACET by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON BENNINGTON by WILLIAM HENRY BABCOCK SIR RUPERT THE FEARLESS; A LEGEND OF GERMANY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |