Poems

Chapter 5: I found to-day out walking

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About This Book

A selection of lyrical poems gathered from several short series, offering quiet meditations on memory, love, and the passing seasons. Many pieces place a reflective speaker beside rivers, hills, and gardens, using precise pastoral detail to evoke mood and recollection. Occasional mythic or devotional images and poems of courtly wooing broaden the emotional range, while elegiac pieces consider loss and aging. The language favors compact, formally patterned lyrics—rhyme, meter, musical diction—to produce concentrated, often wistful impressions.

I found to-day out walking

The flower my love loves best.

What, when I stooped to pluck it,

Could dare my hand arrest?

Was it a snake lay curling

About the root’s thick crown?

Or did some hidden bramble

Tear my hand reaching down?

There was no snake uncurling,

And no thorn wounded me;

’Twas my heart checked me, sighing

She is beyond the sea.