BENEATH blue skies of her own country, she Fell languishing and withering, Faded at last; and her young shade, maybe, Already touched me with its wing. Between us is a line impassable. In vain I tried to wake my sense. I heard indifferent lips of her death tell; I listened with indifference. So this is she I loved with soul afire, With spirit in so dolorous stress, With such a sweet and languishing desire, Such suffering, such foolishness. Where are love's torments? In my heart, alack, For that poor shadow confident, For sweet remembered days that come not back, I find no tear and no lament. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER FROST (1) by ISAAC ROSENBERG GO SLEEP, MA HONEY by EDWARD D. BARKER CAVALIER TUNES: GIVE A ROUSE THEN FOR THE CLINIC by ROBERT BROWNING THE CORNELIAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SIC VITA by HENRY DAVID THOREAU EXODUS 15. SONG OF ISRAEL FOR THE OVERTHROW OF EGYPT IN THE RED SEA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |