AND so I almost lost you? Oh, my dear, Then I had lost the dawn of all the suns That rise in opal beauty; not to hear Your voice—and all the melody that runs In silver singing from the throats of birds Would cease forever. Life would be a dull Harsh throb of pain with no forgetting. Words Would lose their meaning. When a lone white gull Went winging toward the sea my heart would break With longing for your dear remembered smile. Within my breast the unspent tears would ache Through bitter years that marked each lonely mile. And you, my dearest one, would never know, Because I had not dared to tell you so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 3 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE EARTH-CHILD IN THE GRASS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MOUNTAIN WATER by SARA TEASDALE HIS MOTHER'S SERVICE TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON THE BALLAD OF WILLIAM SYCAMORE (1790-1880) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET |