O to part now, and, parting now, Never to meet again; To have done for ever, I and thou, With joy, and so with pain. It is too hard, too hard to meet If we must love no more; Those other meetings were too sweet That went before. And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover, Stoop to become your friend! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW SOLILOQUY OF THE SPANISH CLOISTER by ROBERT BROWNING OLD FOLKS AT HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER ON THE PORTRAIT OF SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON A STRIP OF BLUE by LUCY LARCOM NOVEMBER BLUE by ALICE MEYNELL |