ADOWN in yon cool valley I hear a mill-wheel go: Alas! my love has left me, Who once dwelt there below. A ring of gold she gave me, And vowed she would be true; The vow long since was broken, The gold ring snapped in two. I would I were a minstrel, To rove the wide world o'er, And sing afar my measures, And rove from door to door; Or else a soldier, flying Deep into furious fight, By silent camp-fires lying A-field in gloomy night. Hear I the mill-wheel going: I know not what I will; 'Twere best if I were dying— Then all were calm and still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION A LECTURE UPON THE SHADOW by JOHN DONNE THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE TRAVAIL OF PASSION by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE VALLEY OF FERN: PART 2 by BERNARD BARTON RELEASE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE APRIL by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |