I gaze into her loved eyes, and behold A terror there - , Death's vague monition and the pain untold Of newly-learnt despair. Late sunglow over the oak-woods by the sea, A wind that hovers, Dog-roses breathing, - these, methinks, must be A spell o'er happier lovers. For us a pang is in the wind; the waves And woods' perfumes Seem dimly eloquent of unseen graves And sharp forgotten dooms. Such love as ours is but to lose hearts' -ease Beyond return : How ends that play of sweet Euripides ? Thus surely : - ' Fate is stern ! ' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 10 by EZRA POUND NEW NEIGHBORHOOD by KAREN SWENSON WE PARTED IN SILENCE by JULIA CRAWFORD O, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME! by THOMAS MOORE EPISTLE TO MRS. BLOUNT, WITH THE WORKS OF VOITURE by ALEXANDER POPE ONCE WITH DEATH NEAR by REBA MAXWELL AVERY I CLEANED MY HOUSE TODAY by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON PSALM 3; WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM; AUGUST 9, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |