ALL'S over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter About your cottage eaves! And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly, I notieed that, to-day; One day more bursts them open fully --You know the red turns grey. To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest? May I take your hand in mine? Mere friends are we,--well, friends the merest Keep much that I'll resign: For each glance of that eye so bright and black, Though I keep with heart's endeavour,-- Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back, Though it stay in my soul for ever!-- Yet I will but say what mere friends say, Or only a thought stronger; I will hold your hand but as long as all may, Or so very little longer! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARCHITECT (2) by KAREN SWENSON THE SEA LOVER by SARA TEASDALE HIS MOTHER'S SERVICE TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON HOW IT STRIKES A CONTEMPORARY by ROBERT BROWNING WALT WHITMAN by HARRISON SMITH MORRIS ON A PIECE OF TAPESTRY by GEORGE SANTAYANA |