WHERE are the flowers? where the leaves? Where the sweet zephyrs' gentle breath? Where mellowed fruits and golden sheaves? Dead, dead; all icy bound in death! Is Love too dead? Hence, needless pain! Love only sleeps to wake again. Love dead? Ah, no, not so with Love! Love only dies to live above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE FIRESIDE by ROBERT BROWNING MY YOUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH BRUCE: INTRODUCTION by JOHN BARBOUR THE SONG OF THE COSSACK by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER FOUR EPISTLES: MIRACLE AT THE FEAST OF PENTECOST: 2 by JOHN BYROM TO MY MISTRESS SITTING BY A RIVER'S SIDE; AN EDDY by THOMAS CAREW TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. A MIGHTIER THAN MAMMON by EDWARD CARPENTER |