ALONG the grass sweet airs are blown Our way this day in Spring. Of all the songs that we have known Now which one shall we sing? Not that, my love, ah no!-- Not this, my love? why, so!-- Yet both were ours, but hours will come and go. The grove is all a pale frail mist, The new year sucks the sun. Of all the kisses that we kissed Now which shall be the one? Not that, my love, ah no!-- Not this, my love?--heigh-ho For all the sweets that all the winds can blow! The branches cross above our eyes, The skies are in a net: And what's the thing beneath the skies We two would most forget? Not birth, my love, no, no,-- Not death, my love, no, no,-- The love once ours, but ours long hours ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF THE THEME OF LOVE by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH BUCK O' KINGWATTER by ROBERT ANDERSON OF CARLISLE TWELVE SONNETS: 6 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ON THE WAY TO CHURCH by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE NIGHT OF THE DEAD by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX |