Why in my heart, O Grief, Dost thou in beauty hide? Dead is my well-content, And buried deep my pride. Cold are their stones, beloved, To hand and side. The shadows of evening are gone, Shut are the day's clear flowers, Now have her birds left mute Their singing bowers, Lone shall we be, we twain, In the night hours. Thou with thy cheek on mine, And dark hair loosed, shalt see Take the far stars for fruit The cypress tree, And in the yew's black Shall the moon be. We will tell no old tales, Nor heed if in wandering air Die a lost song of love Or the once fair; Still as well-water be The thoughts we share! And, while the ghosts keep Tryst from chill sepulchres, Dreamless our gaze shall sleep, And sealed our ears; Heart unto heart will speak, Without tears. O, thy veiled, lovely face -- Joy's strange disguise -- Shall be the last to fade From these rapt eyes, Ere the first dart of daybreak Pierce the skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TIMES SIX [ - GIVING IN MARRIAGE] by JEAN INGELOW ZEUS TOO IS A VICTIM by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS ODE TO REMORSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE RIVAL CELESTIAL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MUSIC TO ME by ADELE SHAW BOONE ON THE LOSS OF PROFESSOR FISHER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 4. AMPLE by BERTON BRALEY |