THE Old Love kissed you and went by, Without the New Love stands With roses red to crown your head, New roses in his hands." I know not if she heard at all; I only know she bent Above the withered blooms she held, As one too well content. "In this your house grown desolate The chills of Winter cling; The New Love waits without your gates To lead you back to Spring." I know not if she heard at all; I only know she turned Her hands above the empty hearth, As though the ashes burned. The New Love singing went his way Across the blossomed lands -- A little lad with Springtime glad And roses in his hands. I know not if she heard at all; I only know she pressed, As mothers might a little child, The dead rose to her breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INDIAN BURYING GROUND by PHILIP FRENEAU NERVES by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS THE DAISY; WRITTEN AT EDINBURGH by ALFRED TENNYSON LINES TO SAMUEL ROGERS IN WALES ON EVE OF BASTILLE DAY 1791 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD MOUNT AGASSIZ by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE DEATH OF YE LIFE OF LOVE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |