GONE art thou? gone, and is the light of day Still shining, is my hair not touch'd with gray? But evening draweth nigh, I pass the door, And see thee walking on the dim-lit shore. Gone, art thou? gone, and weary on the brink Of Lethe waiting there. O do not drink, Drink not, forget not, wait a little while, I shall be with thee; we again may smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAILSTORM IN MAY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SIT DOWN SAD SOUL by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE EBB AND FLOW by EDWARD TAYLOR THE BALLAD OF THE FOXHUNTER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CIRCUS AT NIGHT by MADELEINE AARON THE PLANTING by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY |