NEVERMORE sail or oar Hears the chorus that once bore us To the shore, Where the birches shake their tresses From the outmost sandy nesses. Fare ye well, brae and dell, And our meadow, deep in shadow! Never tell How we loved your pleasant reaches And the shade of your sleek beeches. Hours and hours, sun and showers, Quiet-breasted, here we rested By your flowers. Flowers will fade and life is tragic; Keep, sweet lake, your breathless magic. To your shore nevermore Come we sailing, blithely hailing, As of yore; To return would break asunder All the threads we wove in wonder. Then, adieu! not of you Shall a broken heart be token, Wavelets blue! We must steer our barque of sorrow To some darker shore to-morrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GIRL IN A CAGE by CARL SANDBURG GOLD COAST CUSTOMS by EDITH SITWELL OPEN, TIME by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY TO MY MOTHER SLEEPING by MARY RUSSELL MITFORD THE WATCH OF A SWAN by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-NO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS INSCRIPTIONS: 3 by MARK AKENSIDE |