I MAY sing; but minstrel's singing Ever ceaseth with his playing. I may smile; but time is bringing Thoughts for smiles to wear away in. I may view thee, mutely loving; But shall view thee so in dying! I may sigh; but life's removing, And with breathing endeth sighing! Be it so! When no song of mine comes near thee, Will its memory fail to soften? When no smile of mine can cheer thee, Will thy smile be used as often? When my looks the darkness boundeth, Will thine own be lighted after? When my sigh no longer soundeth, Wilt thou list another's laughter? Be it so! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE LAPLAND LONGSPUR by JOHN BURROUGHS LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN MORNING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT? by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS THE SONG OF THE MOUTH-ORGAN by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE VILLAGE MUNITIONS CO., INC.; FORMERLY THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |