'TIS you not I, have chosen. Love, go free! No cry of mine shall hold you on your way. I wept above the dead Past yesterday: -- Let it lie now where all fair dead things be, Beneath the waves of Time's all-whelming sea. Forget it or remember -- come what may -- The time is past when one could bid it stay: What boots it any more to you or me? It was my life -- what matter? -- I am dead, And if I seem to move, or speak, or smile, If some strange round of being still I tread And am not buried, for a little while, Yet, look you, Love, I am not what I seem: I died when died my faith in that dear dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORMING OF STONY POINT [JULY 16, 1779] by ARTHUR GUITERMAN RUNNING THE BATTERIES by HERMAN MELVILLE CHICAGO [OCTOBER 8-10, 1871] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TIMID THINGS by JOHN HAMPTON ATKINSON A FRAGMENT OF AN EPIC POEM, OCCASIONED BY THE LOSS OF A GAME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 114 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO AN AIR ON THE SAMISEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. GRACIOUS MOTHER by EDWARD CARPENTER |