I SINKING down by the gate I discern the thin moon, And a blackbird tries over old airs in the pine, But the moon is a sorry one, sad the bird's tune, For this spot is unknown to that Heartmate of mine. II Did my Heartmate but haunt here at times such as now, The song would be joyous and cheerful the moon; But she will see never this gate, path, or bough, Nor I find a joy in the scene or the tune. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAILSTORM IN MAY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MARCH by EDMUND SPENSER TWO GRANDMOTHERS by IRENE ARCHER SLEEPING AND WAKING by JANE BARLOW A DAISY FROM THE PARTHENON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES S. JAMES YE APOSTLE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT WRITTEN ON WHITSUN-MONDAY, 1795 by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |