OUR true hearts are forever lonely: A wistfulness is in our thought: Our lights are like the dawns which only Seem bright to us and yet are not. Something you see in me I wis not: Another heart in you I guess: A stranger's lips—but thine I kiss not, Erring in all my tenderness. I sometimes think a mighty lover Takes every burning kiss we give: His lights are those which round us hover: For him alone our lives we live. Ah, sigh for us whose hearts unseeing Point all their passionate love in vain, And blinded in the joy of being, Meet only when pain touches pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 21 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE PASSERS BY by AL-RADI BILLAH PSALM 128 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SELF-CONGRATULATION by ANNE BRONTE ON THE DEATH OF A LAP-DOG, ECHO by ROBERT BURNS SHAKESPEARE TO HIS MIRROR by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |