I look in my heart as into a mirror That once reflected what will not return; The mirror is empty, I cannot bring back again The lost faces, but I discern Dimly my own eyes and the unsatisfied Dark fires with which they burn. Of the great moments, colored like jewels, Burning and beating with triumph or pain, Only these songs, as useless as ashes, Only this handful of songs remain -- My heart is left like an empty mirror, Or the ash of a fire put out by rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CARELESS GALLANT by THOMAS JORDAN LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN by JOHN KEATS NO LONGER COULD I DOUBT HIM TRUE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SUICIDE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY CATHOLIC HYMN by EDGAR ALLAN POE |