Your heart has trembled to my tongue, Your hands in mine have lain, Your thought to me has leaned and clung, Again and yet again, My dear, Again and yet again. Now die the dream, or come the wife, The past is not in vain, For wholly as it was your life, Can never be again, My dear, Can never be again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT THE CITY OF GOD by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) WILLIE AND HELEN by HEW AINSLIE CONJUGAL CONJUGATIONS by AMERICUS WELLINGTON BELLAW PSALM 69 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE SEVENTH AND EIGHTH by WILLIAM BLAKE |