Trouble has come upon us like a sudden cloud, A sudden summer cloud with thunder in its wings. There is an end for us of old familiar things Now that this desolating voice has spoken aloud. I look out on the world with blind eyes seeking you In old familiar places where your feet have been. I see a white face wavering, and all between Mist, and I hear the sound of a voice sighing adieu! Love was immortal yesterday: can love abate One instant's ardour since to-day was yesterday? Yesterday I was very sure of love: to-day I look out on the world wonderingly, and wait. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE THIRD DAY: AZRAEL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ANTONY AND [OR, TO] CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE THE SONG OF FIONNUALA by THOMAS MOORE THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE BALLOON MAN by JEAN M. BATCHELOR WILD WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES |