Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ONLY (2), by ANONYMOUS First Line: And this is the end of it all! It rounds the year's completeness Last Line: Ah me! But I think in this life of ours the bitter outweighs the sweet Subject(s): Farewell;love; Parting | ||||||||
AND this is the end of it all! it rounds the year's completeness; Only a walk to the stile, through fields afoam with sweetness; Only the sunset light, purple and red on the river, And a lingering, low good-night, that means good-by forever. So be it! and God be with you! It had been perhaps more kind, Had you sooner (pardon the word) been sure of knowing your mind. We can bear so much in youth -- who cares for a swift, sharp pain? And the two-edged sword of truth cuts deep, but it leaves no stain. I shall just go back to my work -- my little household cares, That never make any show. By time, perhaps in my prayers, I may think of you! For the rest, on this way we've trodden together My foot shall fall as lightly as if my heart were a feather, And not a woman's heart, strong to have and to keep, Patient when children cry, soft to lull them to sleep, Hiding its secrets close, glad when another's hand Finds for itself a gem where hers found only sand. Good-by! The year has been bright. As oft as the blossoms come, The peach with its waxen pink, the waving snow of the plum, I shall think how I used to watch, so happy to see you pass, I could almost kiss the print of your foot on the dewy grass. I am not ashamed of my love! Yet I would not have yours now, Though you laid it down at my feet; I could not stoop so low. A love is but half a love that contents itself with less Than love's utmost faith and truth and unwavering tenderness. Only this walk to the stile; this parting word by the river, That flows so quiet and cold, ebbing and flowing forever. "Good-by!" Let me wait to hear the last, last sound of his feet! Ah me! but I think in this life of ours the bitter outweighs the sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN STUDY #2 FOR B.B.L. by JUNE JORDAN WATCHING THE NEEDLEBOATS AT SAN SABBA by JAMES JOYCE SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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