WHAT is my thought of you, beloved one, Now you have passed from me and gone your ways? Glory is gone with you from stars and sun, And all wise meaning from the nights and days. There is no colour, no delight, no praise In the deep forest, where your dear eyes shone, Nor any dryad face with cheeks ablaze To paint the glades grown sere as Avalon. —What is my thought of you? No thought have I But just to weep the pity of lost things, Grieve with the wind, and rain tears with the rain. The sun may smile, who knows, in a blue sky, To-morrow? But to-day Hope's passionate wings Are folded and Love waits on only Pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE INGENUES by PAUL VERLAINE I SHALL LIVE TO BE OLD by SARA TEASDALE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 21. YAKBUZU WA YABSUTU by EDWIN ARNOLD THE SINGERS OF DELLA ROBBIA by ALFRED BARRETT DULL DEVOTION by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE EMIGRANT LASSIE by JOHN STUART BLACKIE |