HERE lie the lost threads of a tangled life, Enigmas meaningless and without clue, Loose ends and knots, frayed edges of time's strife, Essays in vain love ignorant of you. Not so had my life been had Heaven's high blue Apparelled us betimes in its romance, Clothed us with one fair passion chaste and true, Armed my weak soul with your dear countenance. —Rage of my heart! How idly I declaim, Now knowing your delights and sweetnesses, Empty sad verse engarlanding your name. Great griefs are silent as the wide lone seas; Irrevocable loss lives bare of fame. Else were I eloquent of thee and these. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I LOVE ALL BEAUTEOUS THINGS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE CHURCH OF A DREAM; TO BERNHARD BERENSON by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: APOLOGY TO CLEO by WILLIAM BASSE ADVICE TO A BLUE-BIRD by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE NOSEGAY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD RUDEL TO THE LADY OF TRIPOLI by ROBERT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE COMING OF THE LORD by EDWARD CARPENTER |