Where is my love -- In silence and shadow she lies, Under the April-grey calm waste of the skies; And a bird above, In the darkness tender and clear, Keeps saying over and over, Love lies here! Not that she's dead; Only her soul is flown Out of its last pure earthly mansion; And cries instead In the darkness, tender and clear, Like the voice of a bird in the leaves, Love -- Love lies here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF JUDAS ISCARIOT by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN THOSE EVENING BELLS by THOMAS MOORE SONNET ON CATHERINE WORDSWORTH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO THE NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP AYRES INSCRIPTION FOR AN ICE-HOUSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE NURSE'S STORY: THE HAND OF GLORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM A QUARTET ('THE MIKADO' AT CAMBRIDGE) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 104. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |