Let them lie,--their day is over; Nought but night and stillness be: Let the slow rain come and bring Brake and stargrass, speedwell, harebell, All the fulness of the spring; What reck I of friend and lover? Foe by foe laid lovingly? What are mounds of green earth, either? What to me unfriendly bones Death hath pacified and won To a reconciled patience, Though their very graves have run In the blending earth together, And the spider links the stones? To the hills I wander, crying, Where we stood in days of old, Stood and saw the sunset die; Watched through tears the passing purple,-- O my darling! misery Has been mine; but thou wert lying In a slumber sweet and cold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO PROMENADES SENTIMENTALES: 1. RAIN by EDITH SITWELL UPON THE DEATH OF MY EVER CONSTANT FRIEND DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by HENRY KING (1592-1669) AFTERNOON ON A HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY HUMAN IGNORANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE HAPPY LOVER by PHILIP AYRES RECOLLECTIONS by BERNARD BARTON AT THE GRAVE OF DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL |