NIGHT on our lives, ah me, how surely has it fallen! Be they who can deceived. I dare not look before. See, sad years, to your own; your little wealth long hoarded, How sore it was to win, how soon it perished all! Beauty, the one face loved, the pure eyes mine so worshipped, So true, so touching once, so tender in their dreams! Find me that hour again. I yield the rest uncounted, Urns for the dust of time, divine in her sole tears. —Unseen one! Unforgotten! Oh, if your eyes behold it By chance, this page revealed which trembling hides your name, Merged in the ultimate wreck of fame and meaner joys! Co-partner be with me in this my soul's last sorrow, Pearl of my hidden life, this grief, that not again Unspoiled love's rose shall blow, the dear love which was ours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHANGE by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS FLOWERS WITHOUT FRUIT by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN COR CORDIUM by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE FAST ANCHOR'D ETERNAL O LOVE! by WALT WHITMAN THE SECOND COMING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LIVING GOD by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA THE WORLD'S WAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SECOND BROTHER; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |