Where two had walked awhile, now only one One only wandered, like a holy nun, Down pebbly aisles of summer shadow cool That slowly brought her, All dreamy, to the lily-padded pool And leaping water. And the mist slowly veered to her unblown, And breathing through a many colored zone, Swept her a little while with vague concern That might have spoken And asked her word perchance of love's return. She gave no token, No token either when it did depart. Ah, love dies hardly in the broken heart, And wrestles dumbly with the blind belief That naught we cherish Can ever quite pass into utter grief, Or wholly perish. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. PURKAPILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS INFANT SORROW, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE VOICE OF THE RAIN by WALT WHITMAN THE PEACE: TO HEAVEN ON A BEETLE by ARISTOPHANES PATRIOTIC SONG by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHERD; OR COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS by RICHARD BARNFIELD |