Two clouds that float together all the day Along the sunny courses of the sky, Will sadly part, as day's enchantments die, And perish in the twilight's common gray. Two rivulets, that find a wedded way, And carol many a shining landscape by, Descend at last where nameless waters lie Beneath the ocean's all-dissolving sway. Not such, dear wife, dear lover, is the goal That waits for us upon our final breath, -- Two bubbles, crushed within a swirl of foam; But like two pilgrims, worn of sense and soul, How happy we shall be when kindly Death Points out the lights and open doors of home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEALS IN PENOBSCOT BAY by KAREN SWENSON AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL by KATHARINE LEE BATES MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS by HENRY GLASSFORD BELL SCINTILLA by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS by THOMAS CAREW |