OUR love was pure As the snow on the mountains: White as a moon Between the clouds -- They're telling me Your thoughts are double: That's why I've come To break it off. To-day we'll drink A cup of wine. To-morrow we'll part Beside the Canal: Walking about, Beside the Canal, Where its branches divide East and west. Alas and alas, And again alas. So must a girl Cry when she's married, If she find not a man Of single heart, Who will not leave her Till her hair is white. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SISTER LOU by STERLING ALLEN BROWN IN THE WILDERNESS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES ON MILTON'S PARADISE LOST by ANDREW MARVELL TO-NIGHT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON A DUTCH PROVERB by MATTHEW PRIOR TWELVE SONNETS: 1. THY SWEETNESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |