A melancholy desire of ancient things Floats like a faded perfume out of the wires; Pallid lovers, what unforgotten desires, Whispered once, are retold in your whisperings? Roses, roses, and lilies with hearts of gold, These you plucked for her, these she wore in her breast; Only Rameau's music remembers the rest, The death of roses over a heart grown cold. But these sighs? Can ghosts then sigh from the tomb? Life then wept for you, sighed for you, chilled your breath? It is the melancholy of ancient death The harpsichord dreams of, sighing in the room. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOWER OF SKULLS by ISAAC ROSENBERG DAYS TOO SHORT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE BLUE AND THE GRAY by FRANCIS MILES FINCH SONG OF THE SILENT LAND by JOHANN GAUDENZ VON SALIS-SEEWIS |