A LITTLE while my love and I, Before the mowing of the hay, Twin'd daisy-chains and cowslip-balls, And caroll'd glees and madrigals, Before the hay, beneath the may, My love (who lov'd me then) and I. For long years now my love and I Tread sever'd paths to varied ends; We sometimes meet, and sometimes say The trivial things of every day, And meet as comrades, meet as friends, My love (who lov'd me once) and I. But never more my love and I Will wander forth, as once, together, Or sing the songs we us'd to sing In spring-time, in the cloudless weather; Some chord is mute that us'd to ring, Some word forgot we us'd to say Amongst the may, before the hay, My love (who loves me not) and I | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VILLAGE IN LATE SUMMER by CARL SANDBURG VERSES TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF YORK by JOHN DRYDEN HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?' by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ON HOMER'S BIRTHPLACE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON A CHARACTER OF HIS FRIEND, W.B. ESQ by PHILIP AYRES |