AND had you loved me then, my dear, And had you loved me there, When still the sun was in the east And hope was in the air, -- When all the birds sang to the dawn And I but sang to you, -- Oh, had you loved me then, my dear, And had you then been true! But ah! the day wore on, my dear, And when the noon grew hot The drowsy birds forgot to sing, And you and I forgot To talk of love, or live for faith, Or build ourselves a nest; And now our hearts are shelterless, Our sun is in the west. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HILLSIDE THAW by ROBERT FROST FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7 by THOMAS CAMPION THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE GREAT SAINT BERNARD by SAMUEL ROGERS ROSAMOND: KING HENRY'S SONG by JOSEPH ADDISON |