"The fields of May are fresh and green Where children circle round their 'queen' The ordered orchard's blossoming trees Are robbed of sweets by murmuring bees." But when they told him this he saith, "I'm dreaming of the fields of death." "Your friends are following the May; Enwreathed they dance; in sunshine play. All life and love are at their prime, Come, choose your love in love's own time." But when they told him this he saith: "My love is walking now with death." "Ah, do not mourn, for you are young. Come and be gay, your friends among. For all the joy of life is love, As poets sing and age can prove." But when they told him this he saith: "Will she, then, find no love in death?" O Tell me where she walks today, When all your hearts burst with the May! O tell me, if in some high sphere She finds the love she sought for here? If this you cannot tell, he saith, "Then leave me to my tryst with death." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAT LADY by HAYDEN CARRUTH A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST THE SEASONS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SONNET: EGYPT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LILIES: 3 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE TRUE LOVE-KNOTT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |