Where smooth the southern waters run Through rustling leagues of poplars gray, Beneath a veiled soft southern sun, We wandered out of yesterday- Went maying in that ancient May Whose fallen flowers are fragrant yet, And loitered by the fountain spray With Aucassin and Nicolete. The grass-grown paths are trod of none Where through the woods they went astray; The spider's traceries are spun Across the darkling forest way; There come no knights that ride to slay, No pilgrims through the grasses wet, No shepherd lads that sang their say With Aucassin and Nicolete! 'Twas here by Nicolete begun Her lodge of boughs and grasses gay; 'Scaped from the cell of marble dun 'Twas here the lover found the fay, O, lovers fond! O, foolish play! How hard we find it to forget Who fain would dwell with them as they, With Aucassin and Nicolete. Envoy Prince, 'tis a melancholy lay! For youth, for life we both regret! How fair they seem how far away; With Aucassin and Nicolete! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EGERTON MANUSCRIPT: 102 by THOMAS WYATT THE LOVER'S MESSAGE; SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE HERO OF VIMY; AN INCIDENT OF THE GREAT WAR by BRENT DOW ALLINSON SILENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT NORTHERN LIGHTS by EINAR BENEDIKTSSON INCOGNITA IN THE TEMPLE OF THESEUS by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: DEEDS MIGHT HAVE BEEN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |