@2T@1HE night is silent, love, and here beside thee, Holding the hand that is not now denied me, I too am still; how shall I say farewell? No words have we, and yet the summer weather, Lulling the garden, gathers @3us@1 together, And mingles us with myrrh and asphodel. Was there a time before that time, I wonder, When something flashed and rent the veil asunder, And visions faded and the Truth befell? And now, because thou @3art@1 the Truth, I'll grieve thee No longer by forbearing to believe thee, Though I am sent upon a sorrow-spell. How long the way thou sayest not, but only That I must tread it loyally and lonely, Unheeding whether heaven wait, or hell. Why this must be I cannot know, belovéd, But thou dost know, and howsoe'er removéd, Some day, perchance, the secret thou wilt tell. Nothing I ask; how shall the Truth be bounded? I leave thee, yet by thee I'm still surrounded: The sea's voice sounds about the farthest shell. The moonlight deepens, love, and grows to golden, And thou and I in it are strangely holden;— Ah, holy, holy moment of farewell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SUBWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER CARELESS CONTENT by JOHN BYROM SAINT BRIDE'S LULLABY by WILLIAM SHARP KNOWLEDGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONG: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE CATERPILLAR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |