Under willows among the graves One was walking, ah welladay! Where each willow her green boughs waves Come April prime, come May. Under willows among the graves She met her lost love, ah welladay! Where in Autumn each wild wind raves And whirls sere leaves away. He looked at her with a smile, She looked at him with a sigh, Both paused to look awhile; Then he passed by, Passed by and whistled a tune; She stood silent and still: It was the sunniest day in June, Yet one felt a chill. Under willows among the graves I know a certain black black pool Scarce wrinkled when Autumn raves; Under the turf is cool; Under the water it must be cold; Winter comes cold when Summer's past; Though she live to be old, so old, She shall die at last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAWYERS KNOW TOO MUCH by CARL SANDBURG UNDER A TELEPHONE POLE by CARL SANDBURG THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE A DEFIANCE, RETURNING TO THE PLACE OF HIS PAST AMOURS by PHILIP AYRES A FAIRY TALE by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY HERITAGE by THERESA VIRGINIA BEARD THE RANGE OF BEAUTY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE EPITAPH ON MRS. ANNE PRIDEAUX, DAUGHTER OF DR. PRIDEAUX by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |