AWAY! away! The dream was vain. We meet too soon, or meet too late: Still wear, as best you may, the chain Your own hands forged about your fate, Who could not wait! What! ...you had given your life away Before you found what most life misses? Forsworn the bridal dream, you say, Of that ideal love, whose kisses Are vain as this is! Well, I have left upon your mouth The seal I know must burn there yet; My claim is set upon your youth; My sign upon your soul is set: Dare you forget? And you 'll haunt, I know, where music plays, Yet find a pain in music's tone; You 'll blush, of course, when others praise That beauty scarcely now your own. What 's done, is done! For me, you say, the world is wide, -- Too wide to find the grave I seek! Enough! whatever now betide, No greater pang can blanch my cheek. Hush! ...do not speak. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PRESIDENT by WALT WHITMAN LADY WITH A CAREER by NORMA JEAN BUNTING THE SCHOOL FOR SATIRE by SOPHIA (RAYMOND) BURRELL |