I shall not stoop to cavil with you now Of this or that, or seek to place the blame; No idle words restore a sacred vow And broken friendships never are the same. Let life go on ... if I can just forget That sacred altar fire lit with you, While Memory keeps a little votive light For all the happy carefree days we knew. For dreams are fragile things to patch or mend! Better to let the scattered fragments fly To mingle with the star dust and to send From vasty, mystic realms of blue on high In some dark year a little glint of gold. ... Faint vagrant whisperings. ... when hearts are old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER A TELEPHONE POLE by CARL SANDBURG BOOKER T. WASHINGTON by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EPITAPH FOR LINCOLN by WALT WHITMAN CHARLES EDWARD AT VERSAILLES ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF CULLODEN by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |