HEAR me but once, while o'er the grave, In which our Love lies cold and dead, I count each flattering hope he gave Of joys now lost and charms now fled . Who could have thought the smile he wore When first we met would fade away? Or that a chill would e'er come o'er Those eyes so bright thro' many a day? Hear me but once, etc. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SNOWFLAKES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE DEFENSE OF THE ALAMO [MARCH 6, 1835] by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE WOMAN AND THE ANGEL by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE CIRCUS AT NIGHT by MADELEINE AARON THE JEW'S GIFT; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |