Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace; The long road then, unlit by your faint smile. Ah! the long road! and you so far away! Oh, I'll remember! but . . . each crawling day Will pale a little your scarlet lips,ds we know, Some gaunt eventual limit of our light, In which I'll find you waiting; and we'll go Together, hand in hand again, out there, Into the waste we know not, into the night? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HEART IS HEAVY by SARA TEASDALE THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SONNET TO THE RIVER OTTER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE OF MONEY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE ENGLAND IN 1819 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY FRATER AVE ATQUE VALE by ALFRED TENNYSON |