THE end has come, which never seems the end; And thou and I, who loved so long and well, Find at the last our Fate implacable, -- Stern Fate, who wills not that our lives shall blend, And overthrows fair things we did intend. The house in which long time we thought to dwell, Was built upon a ruin -- so it fell. Great was the fall, which no man could defend. Behold it lies there overthrown, that house! In its fair halls no comer shall carouse; Its broad rooms with strange silences are filled; No fire upon its crumbling hearth shall glow -- Seeing its desolation, men shall know On ruin of what was they may not build. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISION OF BELSHAZZAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ACCIDENT IN ART by RICHARD HOVEY BEDOUIN [LOVE] SONG by BAYARD TAYLOR THE FOOL'S ADVENTURE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE AGAMEMNON: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS |