When all my words were said, When all my songs were sung, I thought to pass among The unforgotten dead. A Queen of ruth to reign With her, who gathereth tears From all the lands and years, The Lesbian maid of pain; That lovers, when they wove The double myrtle-wreath, Should sigh with mingled breath Beneath the wings of Love: 'How piteous were her wrongs, Her words were falling dew, All pleasant verse she knew, But not the Song of songs. Yet not, O Love, that you Have kissed my forehead, I Have sung indeed, can die, And be forgotten too. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEMP (A VIRGINIA LEGEND) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A DOUBTFUL CHOICE by EDWARD DE VERE MISGIVINGS (1860) by HERMAN MELVILLE BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE by EZRA POUND A SONG OF CONTRDICTIONS by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD IN WILTSHIRE; SUGGESTED BY POINTS OF SIMILARITY WITH THE SOMME COUNTRY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |