I MAY live long, but some old days Of dear, deep joy akin to pain, -- Some suns that set on woodland ways Will never rise for me again. By shining sea, and glad, green shore That frolic waves ran home to kiss, Some words I heard that nevermore Will thrill me with their mystic bliss. Oh Love, still throbs your living heart, -- You have not crossed death's sullen tide: A deeper deep holds us apart: We were more near if you had died, -- If you had died in those old days When light was on the shining sea, And all the fragrant woodland ways Were paths of hope for you and me. Dead leaves are in those woodland ways, -- Cold are the lips that used to kiss, -- 'T were idle to recall those days, Or sigh for all that vanished bliss. Do you still wear your old-time grace, And charm new loves with ancient wiles? Could I but watch your faithless face, I'd know the meaning of your smiles. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATRES DOLOROSAE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE RAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SALLY SIMKIN'S LAMENT by THOMAS HOOD THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A DUTCH PROVERB by MATTHEW PRIOR JANUARY, 1795 by MARY DARBY ROBINSON |