WHAT lack the valleys and mountains That once were green and gay? What lack the babbling fountains? Their voice is sad to-day. Only the sound of a voice, Tender and sweet and low, That made the earth rejoice, A year ago! What lack the tender flowers? A shadow is on the sun: What lack the merry hours, That I long that they were done? Only two smiling eyes, That told of joy and mirth; They are shining in the skies, I mourn on earth! What lacks my heart, what makes it So weary and full of pain, That trembling hope forsakes it, Never to come again? Only another heart, Tender and all mine own, In the still grave it lies; I weep alone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOM DEADLIGHT by HERMAN MELVILLE MY BED IS A BOAT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A YOUTH TO HIS FATHER by WALTER R. ADAMS JOB. OUT OF THE WHIRLWIND by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE EVENING OF THE YEAR by MATHILDE BLIND |