He will not come again. I shall withhold my tears And listen to the rain. I watch the sad hour wane; These pangs eclipse my fears, Since he comes not again. Harsh is the thrust of pain, Merciless are his spears -- Merciless as the rain. In sorrow's somber train Shall pass the empty years. He will not come again. Here where his head has lain My heart is big with tears As a swollen cloud with rain. To weep for love is vain. Stopped is my flask of tears, Blunt are the spears of pain; Merciless falls the rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CARGO MOVING TO GAZA (1988) by MARVIN BELL A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE THE GAME OF CHESS by EZRA POUND |