THE grass, with drops like diamonds bright, Is sparkling in the sun, The roses red and lilies white Have put their glories on,— And all things show that fragrant time, The season when we met; Still sighs my heart for "auld lang syne," Nor can that hour forget. Full well I know that thou art changed, That now thou lov'st me not, That time and absence have estranged, And thou must be forgot; And though, perchance, in Friendship's claim, Thy hand my own may meet, Thy love will never thrill my frame As in past moments sweet. Alas for me!—no hope smiles bright Within my horizon's bound; No star, sweet shining, cheers the night That closes me around! Sad and alone my lot must be, The fault is all my own; And while my heart breaks silently, To none dare I make moan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GUARDIAN ANGEL (A PICTURE AT FANO) by ROBERT BROWNING THE SONG OF A HEATHEN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER MARCO BOZZARIS by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK POPPIES IN THE WHEAT by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON SIT DOWN SAD SOUL by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE TRAGEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 3 by WILLIAM BASSE |