THEY told me then that time would heal my heart— They did not know! They said the years would help me to forget— It is not so! I count the lagging years gone by since you Left me to mourn, Each one so full of weary days and hours That must be borne! And all the long, long nights, so blessed—or cursed— With dreams of you, Dreams that you are not dead—and then, the dawn That proves it true! Yes, I have seen the seasons come and go Each passing year; Have seen suns rise and set, moons pale and glow And you not here! The books you loved are round me everywhere— But you are gone! And friends come in and out—but when they go, I am alone! And only echoes in the empty house, Where once your voice Was wont to call—and, calling, made My heart rejoice! I have lives on—though it still beats, my heart Has not been cured! I have not conquered—I have not succumbed— I have endured! Oh, they may tell you time will heal the heart— It is not so! Ah, let them say the years make one forget— They do not know! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE MARRIAGE OF GERAINT by ALFRED TENNYSON HOPE AND DESPAIR by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE MISTS by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG RED IS FOR WINTER by JESSIE GODDARD BROMAN ON MY BOY HENRY by JANE CAVENDISH THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE SUMMONER'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |