@3"The saddest words of tongue and pen Are, 'too late' and 'it might have been'."@1 As I grasped The great sage's thoughts profound, Miseries of past eons avalanched before me Ruthlessly, Dashing with them my spirit, covering, Burying it in sorrowful ground -- Leaving it Lay there -- a broken, saddened thing, Quivering -- faintly -- awaiting The relief Death's blessed sleep would bring. And then -- From the unseen somewhere A soft, soothing rustle came, Giving A fresh breath of life to The little of spirit that remained -- For, From the tiny rustle came a whisper, Tender, yet mighty and profound, "Awaken! Arise! Be no longer cast down. Instead, remember the sweetest words Of tongue and pen; And they are now, as through the ages, -- @3'I love you'@1 and @3'I am your friend'@1." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JANUARY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AT DOVER CLIFFS, JULY 20, 1787 by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES THE RAVEN; A CHRISTMAS TALE, TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON LENDING A PUNCH BOWL by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE ENCHANTMENT by THOMAS OTWAY TRUST by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE |