COME walk with me, There's only thee, To bless my spirit now. We used to love on winter nights, To wander through the snow; Can we not woo back old delights? The clouds rush dark & wild. They fleck with shade our mountains bright The same as long ago, And on the horizon rest at last In looming masses piled; While moonbeams fleet & fly so fast We scarce can say they smiled . Come walk with me, come walk with me, We were not once so few; But death has stolen our company, As sunshine steals the dew. He took them one by one, and we Are left, the only two; So closer would my feelings twine Because they have no stay but thine. Nay, call me not; it may not be; Is human love so true? Can friendships flower droop for years And then revive anew? No; though the soil be wet with tears, How fair soe're it grew; The vital sap once perished Will never flow again. And surer than that dwelling dread, The narrow dungeon of the dead, Time parts the heart of men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE LAKE (VERSION 2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE CARN A-TURNEN YOLLER by WILLIAM BARNES THE BLESSED HANDS OF SLEEP by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH A CHRISTMAS THOUGHT by MRS. FRANK A. BRECK THE HAUNTED HOUSE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN LINES WRITTEN IN A LADY'S POCKET-BOOK by ROBERT BURNS |