In vain, in vain, I try to tell thee, dear, My love. I choose the sweetest words, that e'er were writ Above The notes of cadenced harmonies to thrill Thy heart,— Attune the tend'rest measures of my soul Apart From this great world of waste and pain, so dreary, Dark With hates and greeds and blaze of war. In vain, in vain, I try to tell thee, dear, Through tears That drip from eyes at night, wearied and sad With fears That thy forgotten love, in arms rebelled May die; Erewhile when ills and sorrows, moist regrets Are nigh To thee, this bleeding heart in veins of Hate May cry, In memories of those raptures, vain entreaties, Woes, Then burn itself in torturing flames 'til Death's Last throes Will quench the fire that once was Love divine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR |