They leave their love-lorn haunts, Their sigh-warm floating Eden; And they are mute at once, Mortals by God unheeden, By their past kisses chidden. But they have kist and known Clear things we dim by guesses -- Spirit to spirit grown: Heaven, born in hand-caresses . Love, fall from sheltering tresses. And they are dumb and strange: Bared trees bowed from each other. Their last green interchange What lost dreams shall discover? Dead, strayed, to love-strange lover. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIKING GRAVE AT LADBY by KAREN SWENSON TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE QUESTION ANSWER'D by WILLIAM BLAKE FRIENDSHIP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SONG OF THE ANGELS AT THE NATIVITY by NAHUM TATE SPANIARDS' GRAVES AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER THE INDIAN UPON GOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |