I cannot tell what change hath come to you To vex your splendid hair. I only know One grief. The passion left betwixt us two, Like some forsaken watchfire, burneth low. 'Tis sad to turn and find it dying so, Without a hope of resurrection! Yet, O radiant face that found me tired and lone! I shall not for the dear, dead past forget The sweetest looks of all the summers gone. Ah! time hath made familiar wild regret; For now the leaves are white in last year's bowers, And now doth sob along the ruined leas The homeless storm from saddened southern seas, While March sits weeping over withered flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 1. THE BRIGHT MOON by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE VILLAGE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LITANY OF THE DARK PEOPLE by COUNTEE CULLEN LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |