I'VE closed my book of hope, love, And folded down the page; I'll read no more therein, love, Until some quiet age When paler dreams than these, love, My chastened heart engage. I'm going far away, love, Where no vain wish may thrive; Where hope may lie quite still, love, Deep buried, yet alive! And there I'll live alone, love, Till serer years arrive. If then I should return, love, From yon forgotten strand, And -- your dear form all bent, love, -- You greet me, hand to hand; If then our eyes should meet, love, I think you'll understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A WATERFOWL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT COLUMBUS AND THE MAYFLOWER by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ON A FLY DRINKING FROM HIS CUP by WILLIAM OLDYS LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY MARE LIBERUM by HENRY VAN DYKE THE REGULAR STORY by BERTON BRALEY |