JOAN, when the twilight shadows fall And you are standing by the old lych gate, Do gentle zephyrs ever softly call My name to you and tell you that I wait? Does no soft breathing of the scented eve Recall the happy dreams we had of old, When in your bonnie eyes my world lie hid? Without their light the world is dark and cold. Joan, as of old, within my heart Thy memory aye shall live in tender shrine, And O, I pray that life will leave no smart Or aught but peace and happiness in thine. Then in the afterwards our hands may meet, Which here seem fated to remain afar; Yet I am better to have known you, sweet, And your dear eyes shall be my guiding star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST SUPPER by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE ONE LOST by ISAAC ROSENBERG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 41. YA HASIB by EDWIN ARNOLD THE BLIND LEGION by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. I COME FORTH FROM THE DARKNESS by EDWARD CARPENTER |