WHAT lack the valleys and mountains That once were green and gay? What lack the babbling fountains? Their voice is sad to-day. Only the sound of a voice, Tender and sweet and low, That made the earth rejoice, A year ago! What lack the tender flowers? A shadow is on the sun: What lack the merry hours, That I long that they were done? Only two smiling eyes, That told of joy and mirth; They are shining in the skies, I mourn on earth! What lacks my heart, what makes it So weary and full of pain, That trembling hope forsakes it, Never to come again? Only another heart, Tender and all mine own, In the still grave it lies; I weep alone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF WILLIAM SYCAMORE (1790-1880) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET O MORS! QUAM AMARA EST MEMORIA TUA HOMINI PACEM HABENTI by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON SONNET: SILENCE by THOMAS HOOD AT GIBRALTAR by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 5. THE LOCH by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |