ALL my longing, since first I beheld thee, My lips in three words would convey.— Dare we build on the ruin of Honour? Dare we hope—with God's Angels away? Oh, what if I never may tell thee, And die with the burden I bear! Wilt thou value the friendship I gave thee, The silence that cost me so dear? And so in our hearts we must cherish The secret that makes life divine. And, when in the dawning we perish, God mingle thine ashes with mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NEW HYMN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN THE UNDERWORLD by ISAAC ROSENBERG GRAND ARMY PLAZA by KAREN SWENSON THE MAD WOMAN'S SONG by KAREN SWENSON THE FOUNTAIN (2) by SARA TEASDALE |