Upon Another Time.

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