To brace the heart with words of sense and strength Will dull the sharpness of a moment's pain, But there's one cry that wrings the whole day's length: That I shall never know your love again, That I may wake no more that curious glow Within your eyes, nor pass my finger-tips Over your golden hair, nor ever know The precious consummation of your lips. I cannot lay these down in silence dumb! For you are still the joy you found in me -- How can you sleep and never count the sum Of sorrow up and down? You cannot see My heart, an empty room where echoes come Like gulls that mourn above the midmost sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SODA-WATER SLOT-MACHINE by BELLA AKHMADULINA PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 89, 90. MU'HTI, MANI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD A DAY-DREAM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT BURNING BRUSH IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY RIVALS by ARCHIE AUSTIN COATES DAISY SWAIN, THE FLOWER OF SHENANDOAH; A TALE OF THE REBELLION: 4 by JOHN M. DAGNALL |