Along The Field As We Came By

ALONG the field 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.

by Alfred Edward Housman

Comments (15)

A beautiful masterpiece on the regular nature of change, sorrow, parting and eventually death seen from an everyday perspective. The poems of Housman stand out because of their lovely innate understatement.
Trees bear witness to our unfolding story.
wonderful rhythm and simplicity
A beautiful poem with such beautiful rhyme.
Love poem with beautiful words.
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