When in summer thou walkest In the meads by the river, And to thyself talkest, Dost thou think of one ever -- A lost and lorn one That adores thee and loves thee? And when happy morn's gone, And nature's calm moves thee, Leaving thee to thy sleep like an angel at rest, Does the one who adores thee still live in thy breast? Does nature e'er give thee Love's past happy vision, And wrap thee and leave thee In fancies Elysian? Thy beauty I clung to, As leaves to the tree; When thou, fair and young too, Looked lightly on me, Till love came upon thee like the sun to the west And shed its perfuming and bloom on thy breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALEDICTION: OF THE BOOKE by JOHN DONNE SEA GODS: 1 by HILDA DOOLITTLE AN APPEAL TO CATS IN THE BUSINESS OF LOVE; SONG by THOMAS FLATMAN SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 11. IN THE RESTAURANT by THOMAS HARDY THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST by RUDYARD KIPLING NOCTURNE IN A DESERTED BRICKYARD by CARL SANDBURG VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN A BURIAL-GROUND .. SOCIETY OF FRIENDS by BERNARD BARTON |