SAD is the thought of sunniest days Of love and rapture perished, And shine through memory's tearful haze The eyes once fondliest cherished. Reproachful is the ghost of toys That charmed while life was wasted. But saddest is the thought of joys That never yet were tasted. Sad is the vague and tender dream Of dead love's lingering kisses, To crushed hearts haloed by the gleam Of unreturning blisses; Deep mourns the soul in anguished pride For the pitiless death that won them, -- But the saddest wail is for lips that died With the virgin dew upon them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CARELESS GALLANT by THOMAS JORDAN FAILAND by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SORDELLO: BOOK 2 by ROBERT BROWNING ELYSIAN TRAIL by KATHARINE BROWN BURT A MIDNIGHT SUN EPISODE by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER CRADLE SONG by PAULINE FRANCES CAMP SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 94 by BLISS CARMAN MARI MAGNO; OR TALES ON BOARD: THE CLERGYMAN'S SECOND TALE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |