I WHEN from thee, weeping I removed, And from my land for years, I thought not to return, Beloved, With those same parting tears. I come again to hill and lea, Weeping for thee. II I clasped thine hand when standing last Upon the shore in sight. The land is green, the ship is fast, I shall be there to-night. I shall be there -- no longer we -- No more with thee! III Had I beheld thee dead and still, I might more clearly know How heart of thine could turn as chill As hearts by nature so; How change could touch the falsehood-free And changeless thee. IV But, now thy fervid looks last-seen Within my soul remain, 'T is hard to think that they have been, To be no more again -- That I shall vainly wait, ah me! A word from thee. V I could not bear to look upon That mound of funeral clay Where one sweet voice is silence -- one Ethereal brow, decay; Where all thy mortal I may see, But never thee. VI For thou art where all friends are gone Whose parting pain is o'er; And I, who love and weep alone, Where thou wilt weep no more, Weep bitterly and selfishly For me, not thee. VII I know, Beloved, thou canst not know That I endure this pain; For saints in heaven, the Scriptures show, Can never grieve again: And grief known mine, even there, would be Still shared by thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A MAGAZINE SONNET by RUSSELL HILLARD LOINES SEA UNICORNS AND LAND UNICORNS by MARIANNE MOORE THE AMERICAN FIREMAN by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER THE HOUSE-WARMING; A LEGEND OF BLEEDING-HEART YARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE ROBIN REDBREAST by MATHILDE BLIND A VERMONT KITCHEN by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE BRITISH, A.D. 1901 by EDWARD CARPENTER |