They are so sad to say: no poem tells The agony of hearts that dwells In lone and last farewells. They are like deaths: they bring a wintry chill To summer's roses, and to summer's rill; And yet we breathe them still. For pure as altar-lights hearts pass away; Hearts! we said to them, "Stay with us! stay!" And they said, sighing as they said it, "Nay." The sunniest days are shortest; darkness tells The starless story of the night that dwells In lone and last farewells. Two faces meet here, there, or anywhere: Each wears the thoughts the other face may wear; Their hearts may break, breathing, "Farewell fore'er." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EARNEST SUIT [TO HIS UNKIND MISTRESS NOT TO FORESAKE HIM] by THOMAS WYATT THE LAST MAN: SUBTERRANEAN CITY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE GLORIOUS GIFT OF GOD by BENJAMIN BEDDOME NIGHTFALL by FLORENCE ASHLEY BELLER ECHOES OF SPRING: 10 by MATHILDE BLIND |