Ah, well can I the day recall, when first The conflict fierce of love I felt, and said: If _this_ be love, how hard it is to bear
With eyes still fixed intent upon the ground, I saw but _her_, whose artless innocence, Triumphant took possessi...
I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete
My face turned pale as deadly pale
My legs refused to walk away,
ES,
I know that you once were my lover,
But that sort of thing has an end,
And though love and its transports are over,
…
’Tis thy affection’s on tip of a golden string,
With salt box of my minds chattering in beseech,
Thou art canvas for a willow I never leaned on,
Arbor emptied occluded by autumn early come,
Th’ stone giant’s rooted like a loner in candle spark,
Door’s wheezing for mother nay listened to her wench,
Th’ bench waiting for th’ nurse called long agone for lunch.