@2T@1HE night is silent, love, and here beside thee, Holding the hand that is not now denied me, I too am still; how shall I say farewell? No words have we, and yet the summer weather, Lulling the garden, gathers @3us@1 together, And mingles us with myrrh and asphodel. Was there a time before that time, I wonder, When something flashed and rent the veil asunder, And visions faded and the Truth befell? And now, because thou @3art@1 the Truth, I'll grieve thee No longer by forbearing to believe thee, Though I am sent upon a sorrow-spell. How long the way thou sayest not, but only That I must tread it loyally and lonely, Unheeding whether heaven wait, or hell. Why this must be I cannot know, belovéd, But thou dost know, and howsoe'er removéd, Some day, perchance, the secret thou wilt tell. Nothing I ask; how shall the Truth be bounded? I leave thee, yet by thee I'm still surrounded: The sea's voice sounds about the farthest shell. The moonlight deepens, love, and grows to golden, And thou and I in it are strangely holden;— Ah, holy, holy moment of farewell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SERE AND YELLOW LEAF by KAREN SWENSON TO CORINTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AN EGYPTIAN PULLED GLASS BOTTLE IN THE SHAPE OF A FISH by MARIANNE MOORE CYNTHIA SPORTING by PHILIP AYRES |