THE grass, with drops like diamonds bright, Is sparkling in the sun, The roses red and lilies white Have put their glories on,— And all things show that fragrant time, The season when we met; Still sighs my heart for "auld lang syne," Nor can that hour forget. Full well I know that thou art changed, That now thou lov'st me not, That time and absence have estranged, And thou must be forgot; And though, perchance, in Friendship's claim, Thy hand my own may meet, Thy love will never thrill my frame As in past moments sweet. Alas for me!—no hope smiles bright Within my horizon's bound; No star, sweet shining, cheers the night That closes me around! Sad and alone my lot must be, The fault is all my own; And while my heart breaks silently, To none dare I make moan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON READING -- . by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A LITTLE DUTCH GARDEN by HARRIET WHITNEY DURBIN EXHORTATION TO PRAYER by MARGARET MERCER MY MOTHER'S BIBLE by GEORGE POPE MORRIS AN ARMOURY by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE GHOST OF ABEL; A RELATION IN THE VISIONS OF JEHOVAH by WILLIAM BLAKE |