THIS is the place, Here shalt thou find Heart, thy delight. Only the wind, Only the night Deepening apace. This is the place— Roses of gold Strewing the grass Wane as of old, Gleam where I pass; Never thy face. Dark is the place, Sealed like a tomb. Liest thou dead, While in the gloom Whence thou hast fled Lampless I pace? This is the place, Why like a ghost, Why do I come? Seeking the lost, Praying the dumb, Senseless in chase Here of a face I shall elude Never again— I, the pursued, Seeking in vain Still in this place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE MADE FOR HIS MOTHER THAT SHE MIGHTE PRAYE by FRANCOIS VILLON SELF-INTERROGATION by EMILY JANE BRONTE UNMANIFEST DESTINY by RICHARD HOVEY THE EAGLE OF THE BLUE by HERMAN MELVILLE SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 7. THEY MEET AGAIN by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS SATIRE: 2 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS WITH ETERNITY STANDING BY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: FIRST SQUIRE (1) by THOMAS CAMPION |