ONCE the question was to know Why you came, and why would go, Once it seem to import so That I should approve you; Ay, in lost days dead and dear, When so often you were here, I could hope and I could fear; Now I only love you. Since your hand hath closed the door, In my soul for evermore All is stiller than before; And the end -- who knoweth? You have gone; to spend your breath, Haply, on the fields of death Where the war-fire thundereth And the palm-tree groweth. Waves and fates have rolled between, Things are not that once have been, Changed the actors, changed the scene Where the singer stayeth; If her love hath wrought her woe, E'en to you, who only know That it ever hath been so, Only song betrayeth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST MAN: SWEET TO DIE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ON WORKS OF MERCY AND COMPASSION; PROOFS OF TRUE RELIGION by JOHN BYROM VERMONT DRIED BEEF by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 4 by BLISS CARMAN SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 78 by BLISS CARMAN WIDOWHOOD by MARY ELIZABETH B. CROUSE |