I said good bye in hope: But now we meet again I have no hope at all Of anything but pain, Our parting & our meeting Alike in vain. Hope on thro' all your life Until the end, dear Friend. Live thro' your noble life Where joy & promise blend: I too will live my life Until the end. Long may your vine entwine, Long may your figtree spread Their paradise of shade Above your cherished head: My shelter was a gourd, And it is dead. Yet when out of a grave We are gathered home at last, Then may we own life spilt No good worth holding fast: -- Death had its bitterness But it is past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: THE FOUR WINDS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW INLAND by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AN INVENTORY OF THE FURNITURE IN DR. PRIESTLEY'S STUDY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE TURN OF THE ROAD by JANE BARLOW FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SAD AND CHEERFUL SONGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 8 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |