by Luis G. Dato
I still remember of the happy time,
When we two met upon the downs in May,
The sun at morn shone in its pride’s pale day,
There sounded in the sky the belfry’s chime.
‘Twas morning in our world, and all the flowers
Shed scent upon our way, and as we passed,
It seemed the future mingled with the past
To shower on us God’s happy gift of hours.
The rose has faded from the happy plain,
The reeds have choked the ways that knew your sound,
And bell and belfry thrown upon the ground,
A forest bends in the autunmal rain,
Vine climbs above the ruined churchyard wall,
And over you, no answer to my call.