NEVERMORE sail or oar Hears the chorus that once bore us To the shore, Where the birches shake their tresses From the outmost sandy nesses. Fare ye well, brae and dell, And our meadow, deep in shadow! Never tell How we loved your pleasant reaches And the shade of your sleek beeches. Hours and hours, sun and showers, Quiet-breasted, here we rested By your flowers. Flowers will fade and life is tragic; Keep, sweet lake, your breathless magic. To your shore nevermore Come we sailing, blithely hailing, As of yore; To return would break asunder All the threads we wove in wonder. Then, adieu! not of you Shall a broken heart be token, Wavelets blue! We must steer our barque of sorrow To some darker shore to-morrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: 14. TO WILLIAM CAMDEN by BEN JONSON MADRIGAL: 109 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI THE MARYLAND BATTALION [AUGUST 27, 1776] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS! by WALT WHITMAN DEFIANT OF DEATH by EVA K. ANGLESBURG |