ONCE again the storm-clouds hover In the silence over me; Jealous Fate again hangs over, Menacing my misery. Shall I face my Fate, disdaining? Shall I bear it and display All the patience uncomplaining That was mine in youth's proud day? Tossed by stormy life and driven, Careless of this storm I wait; Maybe I shall find a haven To protect me from my Fate... But to part -- my fear foretold it! That dread hour we cannot flee. Let me take your hand and hold it; For the last time give it me. Kind and quiet Angel, hear me; Speak to me with soft good-byes. You have been so mournful. Near me Let your sweet face fall or rise. The remembrance of your caring More than compensation pays For the strength and pride and daring And the hope of youthful days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRD OF PARADISE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE FIRST SNOWFALL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 16 by OMAR KHAYYAM A TURKISH LEGEND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BOBBIN-WINDER by JOSEPHINE ELIZABETH ARCHER |