When I loved my first love, I was gay and young, Days were sweet with laughter, Songs were on my tongue. When I loved my next love -- Ah, but I was wise! Him I met discreetly With calm and steady eyes. But when I loved my last love, There were doubts and tears -- Which shall I remember All through the years? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSTANS TYRANNUS by ROBERT BROWNING THE END OF THE EPISODE by THOMAS HARDY THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MEARY WEDDED by WILLIAM BARNES THE WOODLANDS by WILLIAM BARNES WE GATHER BACK by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |