A strange and pensive stillness fills my heart, While memory recalls a vanished day, Whose glorious dawn was fated to depart In clouds that left life's aftermath so gray. We did not know when we beheld that day The shadows on the amethystine hills, We would regret, so soon, deep shades that lay Between our lives, unsponsored by our wills. Love's fragrant blossoms turned to golden fruit Of high esteem, and yet our little tree Began to wilt and shrivel branch and root, While we beheld, amazed that this could be. I hold it true, that vast and boundless love Fills all the cosmic realm of time and space. Else, unsustained by succor from above, Bewildered souls would find no resting place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRAIRIES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE PURPLE COW by FRANK GELETT BURGESS THE BANKS O' DOON by ROBERT BURNS A HYMN; AFTER READING 'LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SANTA FILOMENA by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LOVE SONGS TO JOANNES by MINA LOY THE CUMBERLAND by HERMAN MELVILLE |