A strange and pensive stillness fills my heart, While memory recalls a vanished day, Whose glorious dawn was fated to depart In clouds that left life's aftermath so gray. We did not know when we beheld that day The shadows on the amethystine hills, We would regret, so soon, deep shades that lay Between our lives, unsponsored by our wills. Love's fragrant blossoms turned to golden fruit Of high esteem, and yet our little tree Began to wilt and shrivel branch and root, While we beheld, amazed that this could be. I hold it true, that vast and boundless love Fills all the cosmic realm of time and space. Else, unsustained by succor from above, Bewildered souls would find no resting place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILKA BLADE O' GRASS KEPS ITS AIN DRAP O' DEW by JAMES BALLANTYNE UNGRATEFULNESS by GEORGE HERBERT THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY [1621] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER |