Love that is dead and buried, yesterday Out of his grave rose up before my face; No recognition in his look, no trace Of memory in his eyes dust-dimmed and grey; While I, remembering, found no word to say, But felt my quickened heart leap in its place; Caught afterglow thrown back from long-set days, Caught echoes of all music past away. Was this indeed to meet? - I mind me yet In youth we met when hope and love were quick, We parted with hope dead but love quick, I mind me how we parted then heart-sick, Remembering, loving, hopeless, weak to strive: - Was this to meet? Not so, we have not met. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOOD OF YEARS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE BLUEBIRD by EMILY DICKINSON THE BLUE AND THE GRAY by FRANCIS MILES FINCH SAINT PAUL: 1 by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE HE MOURNS FOR THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND BELOVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |