Poems from the Henn Manuscript - Part 4

To walk with him in the lane of May,
Were it not well?
To drink the glory of perfect day,
In a new, sweet way,
While our hearts should tell
The thing that we two should know so well!
But afar in this north of Wales
The wind chills and wails
While I shiver alone in a desolate air
And the eyes that I love are otherwhere.
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