THE Summer goes, with all its birds and flowers; The Autumn passes with its solemn sky; The Winter comes again -- yet you and I Know not the old companionship once ours. The twilight mist between us hangs and lowers; Your face I see not -- voice I cannot hear. No letter tells me you in thought are near. The west-wind blows and sweeps away the showers, But from the west no whisper comes of you. Friends press around you in your distant home -- (Your distant home I never yet have seen,) And old familiar greetings still renew; While I with fancy's eyes alone can come And peep unnoted there behind your screen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHERHOOD (2) by EDWIN MARKHAM AN EXPOSTULATION by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE EPISTLE TO JOHN LAPRAIK, AN OLD SCOTTISH BARD by ROBERT BURNS A HEALTH by EDWARD COATE PINKNEY THE FEMALE GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG |