AND all is over; and again I stand, O Love, alone on our remembered strand! And hills and waters all the dreamy day Melt each in each thro' silvery haze and grey, And Jaman takes the sunset, Jura knows Beyond the liquid plains the morning rose. Lake of the lone, the exiled, the oppressed, What sighs have wandered o'er thy sea-blue breast What gaze has watched the suns that could not save Flame from thy hills and fade upon thy wave! Great men and fallen upon thy shores have shed Their few slow tears for fame and fortune fled; Sad men and wise have been content to see In thy cold calm their last felicity. And now thy sunlit vault, these walls of thine, Seem an unroofed and angel-haunted shrine, Fair as my love, bright with her vanished bloom, Stilled with her woe and sacred as her tomb. For here she stood, and here she spoke, and there Raised her soft look thro' the evening's crimsoned air And all she looked was lovely; all she said Simple, and sweet, and full of tears unshed; And my soul sprang to meet her, and I knew Dimly the hope we twain were called unto. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THAT NATURE IS A HERACLITEAN FIRE & OF THE COMFORT OF THE RESURRECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PERSISTENCY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD |