Oh, sigh no more for the days that are gone— Dim shadows of ghosts that are dumb— What if this sunset be lurid or wan, There's a glorious sunrise to come. What if the friends you have cherished be dead? The woman you loved be untrue? They are the losers of heavenly bread, And wine of good living—not you. Have you not supped with the gods in your time, With Psyche to gladden the night? Tasted the rapture of love in its prime Along with the children of light? Unbidden a guest at the banquet of life All naked you came and were clad: Hungry we fed you—we gave you a wife, And thirsty, our wine made you glad. Riches we gave you—our gems and our gold— We loved you, and made you our king— Taught you our wisdom—the secret we told Of serpent, of rose, and of ring. Now a last favor, we open the gate, That you may pass out and away; Here, it is ordered, must ev'ryone wait, But none is permitted to stay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THOUGHT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES CHURCH MONUMENTS by GEORGE HERBERT THE CLOSING SCENE by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ SONNET TO THE KYNGE by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE INVITES HIS NYMPH TO HIS COTTAGE by PHILIP AYRES |