WE must silence, with words of cold reason, The eloquent voice of the heart; For Love hath stayed out his brief season, And spread his young wing to depart! Though awhile round our memory he hovers, He may smilingly offer no more Fond words, the ambrosia of lovers, Nor the nectar of passion outpour. Our last tearful farewell is spoken, Life's sweet morning-vision hath flown! Each vow, each glad promise, is broken, That twined our twin beings in one! And severed are love's golden fetters, And sympathy's silvery chain; So please, Sir, return me my letters, I may wish to use them again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH DRUMS AND BRASS by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON THE SITTING by CECIL DAY LEWIS A BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |