Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted, I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not rend. (O heart, I do not dare go empty-hearted) I'll think of Love in books, Love without end; Women with child, cong heavens, forgetful after rain; And evening hush, broken by homing wings; And Song's nobility, and Wisdom holy, That live, we dead. I would think of a thousand things, Lovely and durable, and taste them slowly, One after one, like tasting a sweet food. I have need to busy my heart with quietude. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 3. FULL MOON by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER ODE TO THE MAGUIRE by EOCHADH O'HUSSEY SONNET: 33 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WHIM ALLEY by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. PINE MUSIC by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |