Still sometimes in my secret heart of hearts I say "Cor mio" when I remember you, And thus I yield us both one tender due, Welding one whole of two divided parts. Ah Friend, too wise or unwise for such arts, Ah noble Friend, silent and strong and true, Would you have given me roses for the rue For which I bartered roses in love's marts? So late in autumn one forgets the spring, Forgets the summer with its opulence, The callow birds that long have found a wing, The swallows that more lately got them hence: Will anything like spring, will anything Like summer, rouse one day the slumbering sense? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENIA TODD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SUNDAY NIGHT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER OUR GOOD PRESIDENT by PHOEBE CARY INVOCATION [TO LOVE] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN THE BRONCHO THAT WOULD NOT BE BROKEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 48 by OMAR KHAYYAM RODGERSON'S DOUG by WILLIAM AITKEN |