He who has entered by this sorrow's door Is neither dead nor living any more. Nothing can touch me now, except the cold Of whitening years that slowly make youth old; Hunger, that makes the body faint; one thought That ends all memory; for the future, nought. My future ended yesterday; I have Only a past, on this side of the grave. For I have lost you, and you fill the whole Of life now lost; and I have lost my soul, Because I have no part or lot in things That were to be immortal: grave-mould clings About my very thoughts; and love's dead too. All that I know of love I learnt of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY CALL IT BUSINESS by CHARLES G. ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 93. AL-NOOR by EDWIN ARNOLD SONNET ON PIETRO REGGIO HIS SETTING TO MUSIC MR. COWLEY'S POEMS by PHILIP AYRES CHARACTERS: SUSANNAH BARBAULD MARISSAL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE by WILLIAM BASSE |