O BEAR it, bear it, lonely heart, As men have borne before; A little while alive thou art, And then shalt ache no more. Behold I bear it as I may, Mine eyes refuse me tears, I suffer in a single day The misery of years. Down the deep vale, as one who dreamed, Thro' the dim dusk I ran; And strangely to myself I seemed A God-forsaken man. No human voice the valley knows, No trump that calls the kine, But thunder of the sliding snows And silence of the pine. So many vows, so many sighs, So great delight forgot! O answer, sweet accustomed eyes, -- Alas, they answered not. O friend who hearest, hast thou known The death that love can die? And hast thou once been not alone, And then alone as I? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROTHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER IDYLLS OF THE KING: GARETH AND LYNETTE by ALFRED TENNYSON FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 2 by WALT WHITMAN THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE by HENRY WOTTON TO BE CARVED ON A STONE AT THOOR BALLYLEE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS IN THE FOREST by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |