I do not fear to face the fact and say, How darkly-dull my living hours have grown, My wounded heart sinks heavier than stone, Because I loved you longer than a day! I do not shame to turn myself away From beckoning flowers beautifully blown, To mourn your vivid memory alone In mountain fastnesses austerely gray. The mists will shroud me on the utter height, The salty, brimming waters of my breast Will mingle with the fresh dews of the night To bathe my spirit hankering to rest. But after sleep I'll wake with greater might, Once more to venture on the eternal quest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GOLDWING MOTH by CARL SANDBURG SUNDAY NIGHT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |