WHEN I was young, and had the skill To learn the tune of Cupid's making, And teach my sweetheart from the hill A pretty trick for dear escaping; When by the constant lavender, Or gipsy rose she stayed to parley, O, cheerly went my feet to her Along the road to Varley. Ah, Mary Vance, when you with me Were keeping starlit company, The mile of bliss, The laugh and kiss From Shepperton to Varley! Not warm enough my lips to keep The lips of Death from cold caresses! O weary head, to never sleep Upon her heart, amid her tresses! No more we watch the foam of light Run lipping over seas of barley, For Death the Harvester by night Went down the road to Varley! Ah, Mary Vance, when you with me Were keeping starlit company, The mile of sweet Between the wheat From Shepperton to Varley! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A BLOCKHEAD by ALEXANDER POPE THE CARPENTER by AMY BRUNER ALMY THE SPIRIT'S WARFARE by WILLIAM BLAKE ODE TO A CHILD by MATHILDE BLIND QUAIL AND THRUSH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE CLERK'S PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER COUNCELL (2) by ABRAHAM COWLEY SONG: WHEN GREEN LEAVES COME AGAIN by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |