THE Old Love kissed you and went by, Without the New Love stands With roses red to crown your head, New roses in his hands." I know not if she heard at all; I only know she bent Above the withered blooms she held, As one too well content. "In this your house grown desolate The chills of Winter cling; The New Love waits without your gates To lead you back to Spring." I know not if she heard at all; I only know she turned Her hands above the empty hearth, As though the ashes burned. The New Love singing went his way Across the blossomed lands -- A little lad with Springtime glad And roses in his hands. I know not if she heard at all; I only know she pressed, As mothers might a little child, The dead rose to her breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESSAY ON STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DON JUAN: CANTO 1 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE BELLS OF LYNN; HEARD AT NAHANT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S WOOING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SIXTY-EIGHTH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE VOYAGE TO VINLAND: 3. GUDRIDA'S PROPHECY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |