Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace; The long road then, unlit by your faint smile. Ah! the long road! and you so far away! Oh, I'll remember! but . . . each crawling day Will pale a little your scarlet lips,ds we know, Some gaunt eventual limit of our light, In which I'll find you waiting; and we'll go Together, hand in hand again, out there, Into the waste we know not, into the night? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ERL-KING by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE TO CHARLOTTE PULTENEY [IN HER MOTHER'S ARMS] by AMBROSE PHILIPS FOR MY OWN TOMBSTONE by MATTHEW PRIOR THE SHIPS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE SEAMSTRESS by HENRI BARBUSSE AFFINITES: 3 by MATHILDE BLIND AN UNWRITTEN TRAGEDY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |