Beneath the crumbling cliff we ate our meal. The grass was dry with sun. Vague breaths of April stirred. We did not feel How nearly all was done. All done, all over, finished with, closed up -- A grave, securely sealed! The dome of heaven, deep-hollowed like a cup, Nothing of this revealed. O you that long ago, that long ago I loved, what forms are they Gliding so dumb where the blue corn-flowers grow And the horned poppies sway? Why hang their empty hands? Why droop their heads? Why on their necks sits fate? So look the lovers who did make their beds When destiny cried "Wait!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSPIRATION by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) DANAIDES: THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND EARTH by AESCHYLUS LADY-SLIPPER by STELLA PFEIFFER BAISCH CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: DEDICATION TO R. WENMAN by WILLIAM BASSE THEODORE ROOSEVELT by MORRIS ABEL BEER INTERNAL FIRESIDES by MATHILDE BLIND |