@2T@1HE place, a Tuscan churchyard, and the time, Languorous autumn, and late afternoon; The silence of surrender; the solemn moon,— Pale ghost of some unexpiated Crime,— Viewing the sun's recessional sublime Austerely; while the shadowy lagoon Trembles along the surface, ceasing soon As to the whisper of an alien clime. But who are these, unheeding the chill gloom, That move along the avenues of Death, Or idly pause before some ancient tomb, Where each, to hold the other, lingereth? Ah, only lovers can bear the eyes of Doom, And smile to hear the fatal words she saith! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR DECORATION DAY: 1861-1865 by RUPERT HUGHES THE BARTHOLDI STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONNET AGAINST THE DISPRAYSERS OF POETRIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD BRIDAL SERENADE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |