THE windy hours through darkness fly -- Canst hear them, little heart? New loves are born, and old loves die, And kissing lips must part! The dusky bees of passing years -- Canst see them, soul of mine, From flower and flower supping tears And pale sweet honey wine? O flame that tread'st the marsh of time, Flitting for ever low, Where through the black enchanted slime We, desperate, following go -- Untimely fire! we bid thee stay! Into dark air above The golden gipsy thins away... So has it been with love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTERNOON ON A HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE REFORMER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A MODERN SAPPHO by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE RIVER AND THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONG by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN |