Remember three things come not back: The arrow sent upon its track It will not swerve, it will not stay Its speed; it flies to wound, or slay. The spoken word so soon forgot By thee; but it has perished not; In other hearts 'tis living still And doing work for good or ill. And the lost opportunity That cometh back no more to thee, In vain thou weepest, in vain dost yearn, Those three will nevermore return. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYERS by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING OF MONEY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITOR WHEDON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BASE OF ALL METAPHYSICS by WALT WHITMAN |