WHY do you trouble me with empty words? For he is gone, oh, he is gone from me! Like some swift arrow shot from off the bow, Or like a blazing torch flung in the sea! No, do not say that it is for the best! I was his best and he the best for me! Say not that some day I shall be with him— I want him now—I want him now with me! Oh, what is Death that it can hold him where He comes not back, he comes not back to me? And what is Life that it can keep me here, A prisoner—to yearn unceasingly? If aught of him survives, as you all say, He would come back—yes, he would come to me! His spirit would return to comfort me. I know Death could not hold him—where is he? And if he comes not back, then he is not! He smiled into my eyes but yesterday— Where is he gone, he who was so alive? He could not be content to stay away! Ah, no! you cannot comfort me with words— I hear you speak, but they mean naught to me! I see the empty, empty years ahead— Do not remind me of eternity! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DORA VERSUS ROSE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON EPITAPHIUM CITHARISTRIAE by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR THE RECONCILEMENT by JOHN SHEFFIELD THE LONE BUTTE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG SUNRISE AND SUNSET: 2. SUNSET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |