Yet another day to fill, she turned away, <br />Her sigh dare not be heard. It was Maytime <br />And she was needed at the special play <br />Which village lads and lasses would be miming. <br />Food was being organised, the feast arrived <br />But busy as she was a tear fell down, <br />Unguarded, and another filled her eye. <br />Shaking fine dark curls, smoothing velvet gown <br />She grieved inwardly. He was not there, sharing <br />At this festive board as before, beguiling <br />Her with tales of foreign lands, his daring <br />Life at sea gave much to tell. Her father's face <br />Recorded some displeasure at her blushes <br />When he looked her way. Later they embraced <br />Beneath the chestnut tree. Behind the bushes <br />He, in time, took her virginity, alas <br />He went away again, and now she feared <br />The consequence of child. Such barriers <br />She must overcome, he was gone, poor she <br />Could only weep and wait, and look to sea.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-another-time/
