I remember passionate flights After the divine, In the starlit summer nights: God it seemed was mine. I remember dark despair, Not a star to see, God no longer anywhere, Anywhere for me. Still they come and still they go. How I cannot tell, Darkness after starry glow, Heaven after hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG MAKER by SARA TEASDALE A PRAYER TO THE WIND by THOMAS CAREW THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SISTER'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH OVID TO HIS WIFE: IMITATED FROM DIFFERENT PARTS OF TRISTIA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE CHELSEA PENSIONERS by SUSANNA BLAMIRE |