ALONG the field as we came by <br />A year ago, my love and I, <br />The aspen over stile and stone <br />Was talking to itself alone. <br />‘Oh who are these that kiss and pass? <br />A country lover and his lass; <br />Two lovers looking to be wed; <br />And time shall put them both to bed, <br />But she shall lie with earth above, <br />And he beside another love.’ <br /> <br /> And sure enough beneath the tree <br />There walks another love with me, <br />And overhead the aspen heaves <br />Its rainy-sounding silver leaves; <br />And I spell nothing in their stir, <br />But now perhaps they speak to her, <br />And plain for her to understand <br />They talk about a time at hand <br />When I shall sleep with clover clad, <br />And she beside another lad.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/along-the-field-as-we-came-by/
