In that old beech-walk, now bestrewn with mast, And roaring loud - they lingered long and late; Harsh was the clang of the last homeward gate That latch'd itself behind them, as they pass'd - Then kissed and parted. Soon her funeral knell Tolled from a foreign clime; he did not talk Nor weep, but shuddered at that stern farewell; 'Twas the last gate in all their lovers'-walk Without the kiss beyond it! Was it good To leave him thus, alone with his sad mood, In that dear footpath, haunted by her smile? Where they had laughed and loitered, sat and stood? Alone in life! alone in Moreham wood! Through all that sweet, forsaken, forest-mile! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WISE WOMAN by SARA TEASDALE THE TENTH MUSE: THE VANITY OF ALL WORLDLY THINGS by ANNE BRADSTREET EVENING by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE SONNET: TO HIS LUTE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN SESTINA: ALTAFORTE by EZRA POUND TO NIGHT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 3. TO A FRIEND UNSUCCESSFUL IN LOVE by MARK AKENSIDE |