Author Wilfrid Wilson Gibson He only glanced in passing,The lad with amber eyesWho met us high on HareshawJust as we topped the rise.We climbed the hill together,We two, so newly one:But down into the valleyWe travelled, each alone. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments