IS Love at end? How did he go? His coming was full sweet, I know; But when he went he slipped away And never paused to say good-day -- How could the traitor leave me so? There's something in the summer, though, That brings the old time back, and lo! This phantom that would bar my way Is dead Love's ghost. His footfall is as soft as snow, And in his path the lilies blow; He quenches the just-kindled ray With which I fain would light my way, And bids me newer joys forego, This tyrant ghost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT THE THRUSH SAID by JOHN KEATS TO SHELLEY by JOHN BANISTER TABB BREAK, BREAK, BREAK by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MOUNTAIN ECHO by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH COUNTRY DOCTOR by DANA KNEELAND AKERS THE LAST MAN: ROSILY DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LET US REASON TOGETHER by LEVI BISHOP |