Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread; Now that I am without you, all is desolate; All that was once so beautiful is dead. Your hands once touched this table and this silver, And I have seen your fingers hold this glass. These things do not remember you, beloved, -- And yet your touch upon them will not pass. For it was in my heart you moved among them, And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes; And in my heart they will remember always, -- They knew you once, O beautiful and wise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INEBRIATE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM LILAC: FIRST EMOTIONS OF LOVE by ROBERT BURNS BLACK SAMSON OF BRANDYWINE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THYESTES, ACT 2: CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA JACINTHS AND JESSAMINES by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |