(Song) THIS is the last; the very, very last! Anon, and all is dead and dumb, Only a pale shroud over the past, That cannot be Of value small or vast, Love, then to me! I can say no more: I have even said too much. I did not mean that this should come: I did not know 'twould swell to such - Nor, perhaps, you - When that first look and touch, Love, doomed us two! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FEARS IN SOLITUDE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE CELLO by RICHARD WATSON GILDER THE SONG OF THE SHIRT by THOMAS HOOD STARRY NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING SONG OF THE FATHERLAND by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT MORNING MIST by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD ELLEN BRINE OV ALLENBURN by WILLIAM BARNES CHARLES LAMB by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY PSALM 137. 'BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON' by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |