Ah me, do you remember still The garden where we strolled together The empty groves, the little hill Starred o'er with pale Italian heather? And you to me said never a word, Nor I a single word to you. And yet how sweet a thing was heard, Resolved, abandoned by us two! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD OUTWARD BOUND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY THE SNOWING OF THE PINES' by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON SPRING'S WELCOME, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER |