WITH all my will, but much against my heart, We two now part. My Very Dear, Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear. It needs no art, With faint, averted feet And many a tear, In our opposed paths to persevere. Go thou to East, I West. We will not say There 's any hope, it is so far away. But, O, my Best, When the one darling of our widowhead, The nursling Grief, Is dead, And no dews blur our eyes To see the peach-bloom come in evening skies, Perchance we may, Where now this night is day, And even through faith of still averted feet, Making full circle of our banishment, Amazed meet; The bitter journey to the bourne so sweet Seasoning the termless feast of our content With tears of recognition never dry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FOREIGN RULER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR AT A SOLEMN MUSIC by JOHN MILTON A QUESTION by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE A BURIAL-PLACE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. I COME FORTH FROM THE DARKNESS by EDWARD CARPENTER SOLOMON AND THE MONKEYS by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG MAN OF FORTUNE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |