The last of last words spoken is, Good-bye -- The last dismantled flower in the weed-grown hedge, The last thin rumour of a feeble bell far ringing, The last blind rat to spurn the mildewed rye. A hardening darkness glasses the haunted eye, Shines into nothing the watcher's burnt-out candle, Wreathes into scentless nothing the wasting incense, Faints in the outer silence the hunting-cry. Love of its muted music breathes no sigh, Thought in her ivory tower gropes in her spinning, Toss on in vain the whispering trees of Eden, Last of all last words spoken is, Good-bye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TREE OF SONG by SARA TEASDALE THE OL' TUNES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR NOCTURNAL SKETCH; BLANK VERSE IN RHYME by THOMAS HOOD A GLASS OF BEER by JAMES STEPHENS THE SORROW OF LOVE (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LAST MAN: A DREAM by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |