O'ER the tears that we shed, dear, The bitter vines twist, And the hawk and the red deer They keep where we kiss'd: All empty lies the shieling That sheltered from rain, With a star to pierce the ceiling, And the wind a broken pane. Thro' the mist, up the moorway, Fade hunters and pack; Down the ridge to the doorway Homing voices float back... O, between the threads of mist, love, Reach your hands from the house: Only mind that we kiss'd, love, And forget the broken vows! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BUTCHER SHOP by DAVID IGNATOW THE INQUEST by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE CHARACTER OF HOLLAND by ANDREW MARVELL THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 71. THE CHOICE (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI GLORY OF WOMEN by SIEGFRIED SASSOON |