YES, I behold again the place, The seat of joy, the source of pain; It brings in view the form and face That I must never see again. The night-bird's song that sweetly floats On this soft gloom -- this balmy air, Brings to the mind her sweeter notes That I again must never hear. Lo! yonder shines that window's light, My guide, my token, heretofore; And now again it shines as bright, When those dear eyes can shine no more. Then hurry from this place away! It gives not now the bliss it gave; For Death has made its charm his prey, And joy is buried in her grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD YOUNG SAMMY'S FIRST WILD OATS by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE TEMPERAMENTS by EZRA POUND SONNET: 53 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY LOVE by EDMUND SPENSER |