I WOOED her in the summer months, When all the world was gay, And on the hillside, in the sun, The yellow harvest lay, And late, across the level lawns, The twilight met the day. Together, in the garden walks, At early morn we went; Together, in the deep green groves, The drowsy noontide spent; And in the evening watched how well The sunset glories blent. Oh, happy morn! The trysting oak Hung o'er the orchard gate. I waited for her in the shade -- I had quite long to wait, For with the coachman she eloped And left me to my fate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST TO CARMEN SYLVA (QUEEN OF ROUMANIA) by EMMA LAZARUS SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |