(Song) THIS is the last; the very, very last! Anon, and all is dead and dumb, Only a pale shroud over the past, That cannot be Of value small or vast, Love, then to me! I can say no more: I have even said too much. I did not mean that this should come: I did not know 'twould swell to such - Nor, perhaps, you - When that first look and touch, Love, doomed us two! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME THOUGHTS FROM FRANCE by ISAAC ROSENBERG SOLDIER: TWENTIETH CENTURY by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE FIRST FIRE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE MERCHANT OF VENICE; A LEGEND OF ITALY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |