FULL, broad, and bright, is the silver light Of moon and stars on flood and fell; But in my breast is starless night, For I am come to say farewell. How glad, how swift, was wont to be The step that bore me back to thee; Now coldly comes upon my heart The meeting that is but to part. I do not ask a tear, but while I linger where I must not stay, Oh, give me but a parting smile, To light me on my lonely way. To shine a brilliant beacon star, To my reverted glance, afar, Through midnight, which can have no morrow, O'er the deep, silent, surge of sorrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY THE FAMILY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |