They leave their love-lorn haunts, Their sigh-warm floating Eden; And they are mute at once, Mortals by God unheeden, By their past kisses chidden. But they have kist and known Clear things we dim by guesses -- Spirit to spirit grown: Heaven, born in hand-caresses . Love, fall from sheltering tresses. And they are dumb and strange: Bared trees bowed from each other. Their last green interchange What lost dreams shall discover? Dead, strayed, to love-strange lover. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WELCOME by FARID OD-DIN MOHAMMAD EBN EBRAHIM ATTAR TO MY WIFE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE CONGREGATION by GAMALIEL BRADFORD OATS WILD TURN MILD by THRALL BUELL NAENIAE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE NEW VICAR OF BRAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BORN WITHOUT A CHANCE by EDMUND VANCE COOKE OLNEY HYMNS: 23. PLEADING FOR AND WITH YOUTH by WILLIAM COWPER OLNEY HYMNS: 28. JESUS HASTENING TO SUFFER by WILLIAM COWPER |