THE Summer goes, with all its birds and flowers; The Autumn passes with its solemn sky; The Winter comes again -- yet you and I Know not the old companionship once ours. The twilight mist between us hangs and lowers; Your face I see not -- voice I cannot hear. No letter tells me you in thought are near. The west-wind blows and sweeps away the showers, But from the west no whisper comes of you. Friends press around you in your distant home -- (Your distant home I never yet have seen,) And old familiar greetings still renew; While I with fancy's eyes alone can come And peep unnoted there behind your screen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PROPER NEW BALLAD [ENTITLED THE FAIRIES' FAREWELL] by RICHARD CORBET PASSION'S HOUNDS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER by FRANCIS SCOTT KEY WHEN SHE COMES HOME by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 83 by ALFRED TENNYSON ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 13. ON LYRIC POETRY by MARK AKENSIDE |