BE happy, child. The last wild words are spoken. To-morrow, mine no more, the world will claim thee. I blame thee not. But all my life is broken. Of that brief Past I have no single token. Never in years to come my lips shall name thee, Never, child, never! I will not say "Forget me"; nor those hours Which were so sweet. Some scent dead leaves retain. Keep all the flowers I gave thee -- all the flowers Dead, dead! Though years on years of life were ours, As we have met we shall not meet again; Forever, child, forever! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HERMES OF THE WAYS by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE VICTOR AT ANTIETAM [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE TO QUILCA; A COUNTRY HOUSE IN NO GOOD REPAIR by JONATHAN SWIFT BLUE CANTON-WARE by SARAH A. ATHEARN SHE IS SO PRETTY by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 38 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |