I visited the place where we last met. Nothing was changed, the gardens were well-tended, The fountains sprayed their usual steady jet; There was no sign that anything had ended And nothing to instruct me to forget. The thoughtless birds that shook out of the trees, Singing an ecstasy I could not share, Played cunning in my thoughts. Surely in these Pleasures there could not be a pain to bear Or any discord shake the level breeze. It was because the place was just the same That made your absence seem a savage force, For under all the gentleness there came An earthquake tremor: Fountain, birds and grass Were shaken by my thinking of your name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RUPERT BROOKE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON A SONG OF FREEDOM by ALICE MILLIGAN THE TRIUMPH OF TIME by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE SPRING THOUGHTS by FLORENCE E. BALDWIN MILTONIC by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT THE WASHINGTON BICENTENNIAL by CLARA BECK |