WHEN in the prime and May Day time dead lovers went a-walking, How bright the grass in lads' eyes was, how easy poet's talking! Here were green hills and daffodils, and copses to contain them: Daisies for floors did front their doors agog for maids to chain them. So when the ray of rising day did pierce the eastern heaven Maids did arise to make the skies seem brighter far by seven. Now here's a street where 'bus routes meet, and 'twixt the wheels and paving Standeth a lout that doth hold out flowers not worth the having. @3But see, but see! The clock marks three above the Kilburn Station, Those maids, thank God! are 'neath the sod and all their generation.@1 What she shall wear who'll soon appear, it is not hood nor wimple, But by the powers there are no flowers so stately or so simple, And paper shops and full 'bus tops confront the sun so brightly, That, come three-ten, no lovers then had hearts that beat so lightly As ours, or loved more truly, Or found green shades or flowered glades to fit their loves more duly. @3And see, and see! 'Tis ten past three above the Kilburn Station, Those maids, thank God! are' neath the sod and all their generation.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SUBWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONG OF SUMMER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE STORY OF URIAH by RUDYARD KIPLING WIDOW MALONE by CHARLES JAMES LEVER EXILED by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY COLUMBUS [AUGUST 3, 1492] by JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON by ALFRED TENNYSON |