SAD little heart, overburdened with dream, Must you cease so soon? Give over the tune, And the dream? Valiant you were, for a day brief and bright; Now comes your rest, Tranquil and blest, In the night. They who keep faith, have not kept it in vain. Courage, fond heart, Glad was your part, Sweet your strain. Therefore, sing on, every note of you heard; Winter or May, Sounds night and day Your clear word. Blithe, buried singer, sing on, for our sake! Gone is the pain, Never again The heart-break! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM by THOMAS MOORE VETERAN SIRENS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A REMEMBRANCE OF SOME ENGLISH POETS by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE ZONNEBEKE ROAD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: I WILL SMILE NO MORE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |