They are so sad to say: no poem tells The agony of hearts that dwells In lone and last farewells. They are like deaths: they bring a wintry chill To summer's roses, and to summer's rill; And yet we breathe them still. For pure as altar-lights hearts pass away; Hearts! we said to them, "Stay with us! stay!" And they said, sighing as they said it, "Nay." The sunniest days are shortest; darkness tells The starless story of the night that dwells In lone and last farewells. Two faces meet here, there, or anywhere: Each wears the thoughts the other face may wear; Their hearts may break, breathing, "Farewell fore'er." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO LAKE LEMAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BARS FIGHT, AUGUST 28, 1746 by LUCY TERRY HARMOSAN by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH BARCAROLE: DE VIGNY by E. G. B. INDISPENSABLE by BERTON BRALEY ODE TO HEALTH by FRANCES (MOORE) BROOKE |