I CAME between the glad green hills, Whereon the summer sunshine lay, And all the world was young that day, As when the Spring's soft laughter thrills The pulses of the waking May -- You were alive -- yet scarce I knew The world was glad because of you. I came between the sad green hills, Whereon the summer twilight lay, And all the world was old that day, And hoary age forgets the thrills That woke the pulses of the May -- And you were dead -- too well I knew The world was sad because of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LEGEND OF THE NORTHLAND by PHOEBE CARY THE IRISH RAPPAREES; A PEASANT BALLAD OF 1691 by CHARLES GAVAN DUFFY THE VALSE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY by THOMAS HOOD FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SLEEPER'S COUNTENANCE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE DISTURBED WASP; TO WILLIAM BEEBE by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |