BE happy, child. The last wild words are spoken. To-morrow, mine no more, the world will claim thee. I blame thee not. But all my life is broken. Of that brief Past I have no single token. Never in years to come my lips shall name thee, Never, child, never! I will not say "Forget me"; nor those hours Which were so sweet. Some scent dead leaves retain. Keep all the flowers I gave thee -- all the flowers Dead, dead! Though years on years of life were ours, As we have met we shall not meet again; Forever, child, forever! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOT SIX DIFFERENCES by MARVIN BELL NAMING FOR LOVE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GEORGE MOORE by MARIANNE MOORE HAD I THE CHOICE (AFTER WALT WHITMAN) by GEORGE SANTAYANA LANDSCAPES (FOR CLEMENT R. WOOD) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |