@3Not with a dull and constant ache Do I grieve for you, But with sudden stabs of memory -- @1 Spring clouds the trees with pink and white, And perfumes the enchanted night. I think of you and how you love Orchard blooms And lilac-scented rooms -- @3Suddenly I remember that no longer you see the trees you love!@1 Sometimes I chance upon a book Of yours, and then I feel your look Of rapture, as I watch you read, The surprise Of your bewildering eyes -- @3Suddenly I remember that you will never read to me again!@1 From nowhere comes your laughing voice, Gay with some flippancy of choice Bit of philosophy, your own. I listen As I always listened -- @3Suddenly I remember that it is only your voice as I heard it long ago!@1 Always when the cosmos blows Waves of color down the garden rows, I see you standing in its midst Shoulder high, Lost in ecstasy. @3Suddenly I see only cosmos flowers, blurring waves of color!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CENSUS-TAKER by ROBERT FROST THE LISTENERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE WORLD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER KEENAN'S CHARGE by GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SHERIDAN AT CEDAR CREEK by HERMAN MELVILLE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 100 by OMAR KHAYYAM |