The new moon hung in the sky, the sun was low in the west, <br />And my betrothed and I in the churchyard paused to rest-- <br />Happy maiden and lover, dreaming the old dream over: <br />The light winds wandered by, and robins chirped from the nest. <br /> <br />And lo! in the meadow sweet was the grave of a little child, <br />With a crumbling stone at the feet and the ivy running wild-- <br />Tangled ivy and clover folding it over and over: <br />Close to my sweetheart's feet was the little mound up-piled. <br /> <br />Stricken with nameless fears, she shrank and clung to me, <br />And her eyes were filled with tears for a sorrow I did not see: <br />Lightly the winds were blowing, softly her tears were flowing-- <br />Tears for the unknown years and a sorrow that was to be!<br /><br />Thomas Bailey Aldrich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prescience-3/
