THERE is no more for me to hope, There is no more for thee to fear; And, if I give my Sorrow scope, That Sorrow thou shalt never hear. Why did I hold thy love so dear? Why shed for such a heart one tear? Let deep and dreary silence be My only memory of thee! When all are fled who flatter now, Save thoughts which will not flatter then; And thou recall'st the broken vow To him who must not love again -- Each hour of now forgotten years Thou, then, shalt number with thy tears; And every drop of grief shall be A vain remembrancer of me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIVE SOULS by WILLIAM NORMAN EWER CALYPSO WATCHING THE OCEAN by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON GOD'S WORLD by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY MUTABILITY (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY EL HOMBRE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS CYNTHIA RETURNED FROM THE COUNTRY by PHILIP AYRES |