Jadis
Erewhile, before the world was old,
When violets grew and celandine,
In Cupid’s train we were enrolled:
Erewhile!
Your little hands were clasped in mine,
Your head all ruddy and sun-gold
Lay on my breast which was your shrine,
And all the tale of love was told:
Ah, God, that sweet things should decline,
And fires fade out which were not cold,
Erewhile.
Similar poems:
- The Spirit of the Gay WITH the glamour of the Gay How you made our hearts to flame; Gave each life some airy aim: Ever...
- The Winds of Angus THE GREY road whereupon we trod became as holy ground: The eve was all one voice that breathed its message...
- Weariness WHERE are now the dreams divine, Fires that lit the dawning soul, As the ruddy colours shine Through an opal...
- I Told You I told you the winter would go, love, I told you the winter would go, That he’d flee in shame...
- Sonnet. Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire ‘TIS NOT thy flowing hair of orient gold, Nor those bright eyes, like sapphire gems that glow; Nor cheek of...
- To a Certain Civilian DID you ask dulcet rhymes from me? Did you seek the civilian’s peaceful and languishing rhymes? Did you find what...
- Keats The young Endymion sleeps Endymion’s sleep; The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told! The solemn grove uplifts its shield...
- Never Seek to Tell thy Love Never seek to tell thy love Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly....
- Love’s Secret Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly....
- A Peck of Gold Dust always blowing about the town, Except when sea-fog laid it down, And I was one of the children told...
- What Inn is this What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what...
- William H. Herndon There by the window in the old house Perched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley, My days of labor...
- The Bohemian Up in my garret bleak and bare I tilted back on my broken chair, And my three old pals were...
- Poor Cock Robin My garden robin in the Spring Was rapturous with glee, And followed me with wistful wing From pear to apple...
- Mourning Alas my brother! the cry of the mourners of old That cried on each other, All crying aloud on the...
- For the Bed at Kelmscott The wind’s on the wold And the night is a-cold, And Thames runs chill ‘Twixt mead and hill. But kind...
- Golden Silence I told her I loved her and begged but a word, One dear little word, that would be For me...
- Dead Men’s Love There was a damned successful Poet; There was a Woman like the Sun. And they were dead. They did not...
- The Fires Men make them fires on the hearth Each under his roof-tree, And the Four Winds that rule the earth They...
- Little Birds Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters...