We met After a year. I shall never forget How odd it was for our eyes to meet, For we had to repeat In our glances the words that we had said In days when, as our lashes lifted Or drooped, the universe was shifted. We had not closed with the past, then why Did the sense come over us as a fetter That all we did, speaking eye to eye, Had been done before, and so much better? I think-but there's no saying, What made us so hateful was the rage Of our souls at finding themselves a Stage Where Marionettes were playing; For a great aāčtor once had trod Those boards, and played the god. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHIQUITA by FRANCIS BRET HARTE LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM LOVE POSTPONED by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT ON THE DEATH OF MR. JAMES VALENTINE by JAMES HAY BEATTIE THE POWER OF WOMEN by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |