ONCE again the storm-clouds hover In the silence over me; Jealous Fate again hangs over, Menacing my misery. Shall I face my Fate, disdaining? Shall I bear it and display All the patience uncomplaining That was mine in youth's proud day? Tossed by stormy life and driven, Careless of this storm I wait; Maybe I shall find a haven To protect me from my Fate... But to part -- my fear foretold it! That dread hour we cannot flee. Let me take your hand and hold it; For the last time give it me. Kind and quiet Angel, hear me; Speak to me with soft good-byes. You have been so mournful. Near me Let your sweet face fall or rise. The remembrance of your caring More than compensation pays For the strength and pride and daring And the hope of youthful days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BARON'S LAST BANQUET by ALBERT GORTON GREENE SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SAMSON AGONISTES by JOHN MILTON RESERVE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE OUR HERITAGE by ISIDORE G. ASCHER |