TIME was when Love's dear ways I used to know -- That time's at end, and Love has passed me by: Be merciful, dear God, and let me die -- How can I lift my head from this last blow? I cannot bear this life whence Faith has fled -- This jostling world in which I walk alone -- Where through long, lonesome nights old memories moan, With human voices, that the dead is dead. I cannot bear to meet the day's cold eyes -- The lonesome nights are bitter with my tears -- Shuddering I face the empty hideous years, Sure that no trumpet's call will bid my dead arise. Since Love's at end, be merciful, oh God!. . . . I ask no new-born hope, but only this, -- That I may die as died that vanished bliss, And hide my fruitless pain 'neath some green sod. Yet there -- if the strong soul in me live on -- How deep soe'er the grave, what hope of rest? Still shall I be discrowned and dispossest, And find new tortures with new life begun. The Heavens are deaf! No answer comes to prayer -- I face the cold scorn of the risen day -- Since Love that was my life has turned away, And left me for companion my Despair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RORY O'MORE; OR, ALL FOR GOOD LUCK by SAMUEL LOVER SONNET: 9 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY DEATH'S VALLEY by WALT WHITMAN BARBARA FRIETCHIE [SEPTEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |