Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted, I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not rend. (O heart, I do not dare go empty-hearted) I'll think of Love in books, Love without end; Women with child, cong heavens, forgetful after rain; And evening hush, broken by homing wings; And Song's nobility, and Wisdom holy, That live, we dead. I would think of a thousand things, Lovely and durable, and taste them slowly, One after one, like tasting a sweet food. I have need to busy my heart with quietude. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO NANCY by ROBERT BURNS TO THE MEMORY OF BEN JONSON by JOHN CLEVELAND A WOMAN'S LOVE by JOHN MILTON HAY THE SMACK IN SCHOOL by WILLIAM PITT PALMER EPIPSYCHIDION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE TEARES OF THE MUSES by EDMUND SPENSER SMILE AND NEVER HEED ME by CHARLES SWAIN |