Where wert thou, love, when from Twm Barlum turned The moon's face full the way of Alteryn, And from his wood's dark cage the nightingale Drave out clear notes across the open sheen? I stood alone to see the ripples run From light to shade, and shade to light in play; Like fearsome children stealing guilty moves When Age is dozing -- when thou wert away. The banks of Alteryn are no less sweet, Nor Malpas brook more chary of his flower, And I unchanged as they; but thou, dear love, Allowest Time to part us with his hours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE A STATUE OF ACHILLES by GEORGE SANTAYANA TO HIS FORSAKEN MISTRESS by ROBERT AYTON A MOTHER TO HER WAKING INFANT by JOANNA BAILLIE ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK FUZZY-WUZZY' (SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE) by RUDYARD KIPLING THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL |