FLITTING fancy, blithe and free, Often have I thought of thee! How we sat by babbling brook, Sunny meadow, shady nook. Hazel eyes looked into mine, Soulful, rapturous, divine. Every glance and every sigh, -- Actions thou might now deny, -- Speechless speech, unspoken vow, -- These were darts from Eros' bow! Flitting fancy, blithe and free, Dost thou love as I love thee? Gentle youth, so gay and free, Seldom have I thought of thee; How we sat by babbling brook, Sunny field or shady nook. Dark blue eyes looked into mine, -- They were roguish, not divine! Every glance and every sigh, -- Actions you @3cannot@1 deny, -- Were only efforts made in vain! Cupid's arts we cannot feign: Both were guilty, don't you see? Love you? No, nor dost thou me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERINGS OF OISIN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS OBERMANN ONCE MORE by MATTHEW ARNOLD A,B,C by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ON CATULLUS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR FIRST OF MAY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE FISHERMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |