Because the thing was finished in a tomb And since we were ridiculously young, Our names have come to spell impending doom, Our tale has been retold in every tongue. And all of you whose hearts were warm and kind Have grieved and wept for us down through the years; It sometimes made me smile -- I did not mind -- Indeed, I have been grateful for your tears. But have you quite forgotten how that night The moon shone on his face while I above Leaned nearer him? Can't you recall its light? Don't you remember how we pledged our love? Oh, it was quickly ended, our brief day, Yet it was filled with laughter. @3We were gay!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTLE BOTEREL by THOMAS HARDY THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM, THE MURDERER by THOMAS HOOD THEN AND NOW by JEAN JACQUES ANTOINE AMPERE THURSDAY IN HOLY WEEK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE HAWAIIAN FLIGHT SQUADRON by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN A CUCKOO SONG by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT GRATITUDE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |