See the silver streak as it gleams and flashes On the sparkling sands where it falls and splashes, Leaving fiery pools till the next wave dashes Flames into ashes. Who can warn a maid -- in her youth not knowing -- "Happiness is brief, and will soon be going." From those mirrored eyes where her love is glowing, Tears will be flowing. Who would ever know that a soul depended For its hope and faith -- after love had ended, On this shining light, from the sky suspended? Sorrow transcended. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEE TO THE REAR [MAY 12, 1864] by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON SONNET: 17 by RICHARD BARNFIELD INVITATION TO THE REDBREAST by VINCENT BOURNE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 8 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY: OF READING by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |