I WAS not sorrowful, I could not weep, And all my memories were put to sleep. I watched the river grow more white and strange, All day till evening I watched it change. All day till evening I watched the rain Beat wearily upon the window pane. I was not sorrowful, but only tired Of everything that ever I desired. Her lips, her eyes, all day became to me The shadow of a shadow utterly. All day mine hunger for her heart became Oblivion, until the evening came, And left me sorrowful, inclined to weep, With all my memories that could not sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG by FRANCIS BRET HARTE IN THE CHURCHYARD AT CAMBRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MAUBERLEY: 5. MEDALLION by EZRA POUND RETURNING, WE HEAR THE LARKS by ISAAC ROSENBERG WIFE, CHILDREN AND FRIENDS by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER |