THE grey gaunt days dividing us in twain Seemed hopeless hills my strength must faint to climb, But they are gone; and now I would detain The few clock-beats that part us; rein back Time, And live in close expectance never closed In change for far expectance closed at last, So harshly has expectance been imposed On my long need while these slow blank months passed. And knowing that what is now about to be Will all have been in O, so short a space! I read beyond it my despondency When more dividing months shall take its place, Thereby denying to this hour of grace A full-up measure of felicity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KISS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 5. ETERNAL by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AFTER-SIGHT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE TOUCH STONE by SAMUEL BISHOP SONNET REVERSED by RUPERT BROOKE BEAUTY CRUCIFIED by ANNA SHAW BUCK ON SEEING MISS FONTENELLE IN A FAVOURITE CHARACTER by ROBERT BURNS RAMESES WORSHIPS RAMESES AT ABU SIMBEL by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR WRITTEN A FEW HOURS BEFORE THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by JANE CAVE |