If you who loved so well the sonnet-form Have borne that love beyond this tragic sphere Where friendships, even our own, must disappear Like a day's splendors thwarted by a storm, Or as shorn roseleaves still with dewdrops warm On June's fond breast, or as a rainbowed tear, Or thought-miraged more darkly seen than clear, Or clovers vanished with the honeyed swarm. If you, I say, dear Cousin-Friend, may hold Beyond the silver shadows of a star Communion still with happy days and old Companionships -- then, though you seem afar, I shall hear once more your violin, and fold Grief's manuscript to music's lingering bar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MODERN LOVE: 50 by GEORGE MEREDITH APOLOGIA PRO POEMATE MEO by WILFRED OWEN ENGLAND AND AMERICA: 1. ON A RHINE STEAMER by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 1 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE MUSIC; AND THE SAVAGE BREAST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ARTHUR AND ALBINA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS THE BANJO FIEND by WILLARD GROSVENOR BLEYER |