Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FORSAKEN, by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON First Line: My heart is far too sad to sing Last Line: A galling grief. Subject(s): Hearts; Hope; Love - Complaints; Optimism | ||||||||
My heart is far too sad to sing, And yet the muse would take its wing For one short flight, As if to bear my thoughts away From burning brain and trembling clay, And Love's long night. But comrades call me in their glee: "Come listen to the happy sea, It laughs and plays." I hark and only hear the moan Of dying Love, as on a stone She sobs and prays. "But look! Across the liquid arch Old Day's battalions gayly march With banners bright." I strain my eyes and look in vain, But only see a somber train Sink into night. 'Tis vanquished Hope, upon her bier And yet alive to feel and fear And bleed and sigh. And trailing in her fading beam, I see ambition's fondest dream Droop down and die. And drifting on that sobbing tide With broken love is all beside Perhaps my mind. My sun sinks low but will not set, The darkness deepens fast, and yet Love still is blind. It must not be! It cannot be! My soul itself is one wild sea, No shore in sight. Hark! E'en the sea gulls seem to cry: "Your love must die! Your love must die!" Then cease their flight. The diamond dewdrops are but tears From yesterday, the ghost of years, O'er blisses brief. And this is all she left for me Despondency! despondency! A galling grief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNET by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SONNET: 9. HOPE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT by DEREK MAHON A HUSTLE FOR THE FAIR by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON |
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