Sunday, 16 November 2014

The Sunday Posts 2014/ Along the Fields



          Along the fields as we came by
          A year ago, my love and I,
          The aspen over stile and stone
          Was talking to itself alone.
          "Oh who are these that kiss and pass?
          A country lover and his lass;
          Two lovers looking to be wed;
          And time shall put them both to bed,
          But she shall lie with earth above,
          And he beside another love.

           And sure enough beneath the tree
          There walks another love with me,
          And overhead the aspen heaves
          Its rainy-sounding silver leaves;
          And I spell nothing in their stir,
          But now perhaps they speak to her,
          And plain for her to understand
          They talk about a time at hand
          When I shall sleep with clover clad,
          And she beside another lad.

AE Houseman
Photo by Alistair.

3 comments:

dbs said...

Fascinating. And a bit chilling.

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
A sadness lingers... Beautiful skies here tonight as well... YAM xx

Rebecca S. said...

Sigh...a bit sad, but honest.

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