Hearken, O dear, now strikes the hour we die; We, who in one strange kiss Have proved a dream the world's realities, Turned each from other's darkness with a sigh, Need heed no more of life, waste no more breath On any other journey, but of death. And yet: Oh, know we well How each of us must prove Love's infidel; Still out of ecstasy turn trembling back To earth's same empty track Of leaden day by day, and hour by hour, and be Of all things lovely the cold mortuary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBIN REDBREAST by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE THE WOLD WALL by WILLIAM BARNES ROAD AND HILLS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET VILLAGE LIGHTS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LINES TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, ON DEATH OF EARL OF GLENCAIRN by ROBERT BURNS |