Ah, poet -- you, who sing "The days that are no more" -- There is a bitterer sting In the days that @3never were.@1 For lying alone in the night, Hearing the wind at play, I know such days to have been my right. Yet they came and took them away. I never knew them! They stole The sorrow out of my sleep; The crying out of my dreams. I cannot even weep. They came and took them -- they stole The longing that was my right, The grief that was my child. They left me alone in the night. "Never was" has a sharper sting Than "No more", as roll the years; And the gods take everything When they take away our tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAIL COLUMBIA by JOSEPH HOPKINSON THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO by EDWARD LEAR MY LIFE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 41. YA HASIB by EDWIN ARNOLD |