The changing moon will circle through the skies, The constellation's host decline and rise, The twilights bring the hues of paradise Though thou art gone From this celestial zone. The sun will enter every secret place, His radiance every mote of darkness chase, His domination every realm embrace, But thou art gone And vacant is thy throne. The lark will soar and sing in heaven's high dome, The homesick dove back to her window come, The shepherd dog drive the mute cattle home, Yet thou art gone And all thy work is done. The earth will journey eastward as before, The ocean ebb and flow with ceaseless pour, But I, great heart, deplore thee more and more, For thou art gone And like thee there is none. Alas, for constancy's devoted years! Alas, for pleasure's aftermath of fears! Alas, for love's inheritance of tears! Yes, thou art gone And I am left alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON A PALMETTO by SIDNEY LANIER FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS ATELIER CEZANNE by CLARENCE MAJOR TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM |