IT was Whit Sunday yesterday, The neighbours met at church to pray; But I remembered it was May And went a-wandering far away. I rested on a shady lawn, Behind I heard green branches torn, And through the gap there looked a Faun, Green ivy hung from either horn. We built ourselves a flowery house With roof and walls of tangled boughs, But whilst we sat and made carouse The church bells drowned our songs and vows. The light died out and left the sky, We sighed and rose and said goodbye. We had forgotten -- He and I, That he was dead, that I must die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW GUINEVERE TO LANCELOT by ROBERT BATSON THE STALLION OF NIGHT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 109 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE WAR NOTES: 4. DECORATION DAY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON LETHE by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN THE PLURALIST AND OLD SOLDIER by JOHN COLLIER (1708-1786) POSTHUMOUS TALES: TALE 2. THE FAMILY OF LOVE by GEORGE CRABBE |