Black absence hides upon the past, I quite forgot thy face; And memory like the angry blast Will love's last smile erase. I try to think of what has been, But all is blank to me; And other faces pass between My early love and thee. I try to trace thy memory now, And only find thy name; Those inky lashes on thy brow, Black hair and eyes the same; Thy round pale face of snowy dyes, There's nothing paints thee there. A darkness comes before my eyes For nothing seems so fair. I knew thy name so sweet and young; 'Twas music to my ears, A silent word upon my tongue, A hidden thought for years. Dark hair and lashes swarthy too, Arched on thy forehead pale: All else is vanished from my view Like voices on the gale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HILDRUP TUBBS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BERENICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 7 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO A DEAD MAN by CARL SANDBURG LINES ON HEARING THE ORGAN by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ON THE PROJECTED KENDAL AND WINDERMERE RAILWAY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |