Trouble has come upon us like a sudden cloud, A sudden summer cloud with thunder in its wings. There is an end for us of old familiar things Now that this desolating voice has spoken aloud. I look out on the world with blind eyes seeking you In old familiar places where your feet have been. I see a white face wavering, and all between Mist, and I hear the sound of a voice sighing adieu! Love was immortal yesterday: can love abate One instant's ardour since to-day was yesterday? Yesterday I was very sure of love: to-day I look out on the world wonderingly, and wait. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS REQUEST TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER by JOHN KEATS THE HAUNTED PALACE by EDGAR ALLAN POE IDYLLS OF THE KING: GARETH AND LYNETTE by ALFRED TENNYSON AMONG THE HEATHER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM BRUCE CONSULTS HIS MEN by JOHN BARBOUR IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: DEEDS MIGHT HAVE BEEN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |