This is Love's ghost that I have met to-day. These are the same eyes, and the voice that speaks The very voice, and those the very cheeks; And yet, O God! how faint, how far away! Out of another world you come to me, And hollow, hollow, hollow as the tomb Sound the indifferent words that speak my doom; And hollow, hollow, hollow, can it be My voice that sounds so strangely in my ears? You bid me speak, and I, in dumb despair, Forgetting all my agonies of prayer, Beckon to you across a mist of tears. All's over now: I know that you are lost, And love is dead, for I have met Love's ghost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER SHOWER by EMILY DICKINSON THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES by CHARLES LAMB SONG by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN ASOLANDO: PROLOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: A DREAM by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT RUISSEAUX by ROBERT BURNS |