Still thirteen years: 'tis autumn now On field and hill, in heart and brain; The naked tress at evening sough; The leaf to the forsaken bough Sighs not, -- "Auf wiedersehen!" Two watched yon oriole's pendent dome, That now is void, and dank with rain, And one, -- oh, hope more frail than foam! The bird to his deserted home Sings not, -- "Auf wiedersehen!" The loath gate swings with rusty creak; Once, parting there, we played at pain; There came a parting, when the weak And fading lips essayed to speak Vainly, -- "Auf wiedersehen!" Somewhere is comfort, somewhere faith, Though thou in outer dark remain; One sweet sad voice ennobles death, And still, for eighteen centuries saith Softly, -- "Auf wiedersehen!" If earth another grave must bear, Yet heaven hath won a sweeter strain, And something whispers my despair, That, from an orient chamber there, Floats down, -- "Auf wiedersehen!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CITY AT THE END OF THINGS by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE by ROBERT BURNS ROBIN'S COME by WILLIAM WARREN CALDWELL COUNTRY SAYING by JOHN CLARKE (17TH CENTURY) LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A VILLAGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE PICTURES OF THE SOUTHWEST: OIL by ELIZABETH KING COWGILL TO G. W. C. by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |