I shall not stoop to cavil with you now Of this or that, or seek to place the blame; No idle words restore a sacred vow And broken friendships never are the same. Let life go on ... if I can just forget That sacred altar fire lit with you, While Memory keeps a little votive light For all the happy carefree days we knew. For dreams are fragile things to patch or mend! Better to let the scattered fragments fly To mingle with the star dust and to send From vasty, mystic realms of blue on high In some dark year a little glint of gold. ... Faint vagrant whisperings. ... when hearts are old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HERETIC: 1. BLASPHEMY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER DEPARTURE IN THE DARK by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE ONE LOST by ISAAC ROSENBERG OF THE REED THAT THE JEWS SET IN OUR SAVIOUR'S HAND by WILLIAM ALABASTER A LEGEND OF MINNESOTA by LILLIAN ATCHERSON THE VISIONS OF BELLAY by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |