The wind shall lull us yet, The flowers shall spring above us; And those who hate forget, And those forget who love us. The pulse of hope shall cease, Of joy and of regretting; We twain shall sleep in peace, Forgotten and forgetting. For us no sun shall rise, Nor wind rejoice, nor river, Where we with fast closed eyes Shall sleep and sleep for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CITY CHILD by ALFRED TENNYSON LOVE MAKES THE BEST POETS; AN IDYLLIUM by BION CONCERNING I AND NON-I by JOHN STUART BLACKIE SELF-CONGRATULATION by ANNE BRONTE OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 4 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. DISENTANGLEMENT by EDWARD CARPENTER |