HE is gone. O my heart, he is gone; And the sea remains and the sky, And the skiffs flit in and out, And the white-winged yachts go by. The waves run purple and green, And the sunshine glints and glows, And freshly across the Bay The breath of the morning blows. Ah, it was better last night, When the dark shut down on the main, And the phantom fleet lay still, And I heard the waves complain; For the sadness that dwells in my heart, And the rune of their endless woe, -- Their longing and void and despair, -- Kept time in their ebb and flow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY HONOURED FRIEND DR. CHARLETON by JOHN DRYDEN THE FACTORY; 'TIS AN ACCURSED THING! by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITOR WHEDON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN JUNIOR YEAR by WILLIAM GRANT BARNEY TO AN UNSEEN BIRD by KATHLEEN REA BRAID |