As I was walking with my dear, my dear come back at last, The shadow of the Ragged Stone fell on us as we passed: And if the tale be true they tell about the Ragged Stone I'll not be walking with my dear next year, nor yet alone. And we're to wed come Michaelmas, my lovely dear and I, And we're to have a little house, and do not want to die. But all the folk are fighting in the lands across the sea, Because the King and counsellors went mad in Germany. Because the King and counsellors went mad, my love and I May never have a little house before we come to die. And if the tale be true they tell about the Ragged Stone I'll not be walking with my dear next year, nor yet alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S DEPARTURE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CHORUS OF THE CLOUD-MAIDEN: ANTISTROPHE, FR. THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES THE BALLAD OF ORISKANY by OBADIAH CYRUS AURINGER PSALM 20. EXAUDIAT TE DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AN EVENING PROSPECT by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER NEW YEAR'S VERSES FOR THE CARRIER OF THE MIRROR, 1826 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD DAY AND NIGHT by RUPERT BROOKE THE WANDERER: PROLOGUE. PART 1 by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |