YES, I behold again the place, The seat of joy, the source of pain; It brings in view the form and face That I must never see again. The night-bird's song that sweetly floats On this soft gloom -- this balmy air, Brings to the mind her sweeter notes That I again must never hear. Lo! yonder shines that window's light, My guide, my token, heretofore; And now again it shines as bright, When those dear eyes can shine no more. Then hurry from this place away! It gives not now the bliss it gave; For Death has made its charm his prey, And joy is buried in her grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN MOVEMENT by CARL SANDBURG THE KINGFISHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES IN HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE TO ELECTRA (1) by ROBERT HERRICK FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTERS SOLD INTO BONDAGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE FLATTERERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS YOU MAY REMEMBER by LULU PIPER AIKEN |