I know not if the love be dead I sang of once, or only asleep; The feet of my joy no longer tread In the pulses of my heart: is this The measure that they used to keep? Now all the old tunes are sung amiss, And all the old words they said are said; Is it that the old love is dead, Or sleeps, and will awaken from sleep? O love, not dead, so soon to awake, Too idle-happy to know content, Sorrow has come: come, sorrow, make The feet of my joy remember soon; My heart remembers the words that went, Once, to an old and happy tune, When love was grave, for no sorrow's sake; Shall love, that slept, again be awake, And this kind sorrow bring back content? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRUCE AND THE SPIDER by BERNARD BARTON A PRAYER TO THE WIND by THOMAS CAREW ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by THOMAS GRAY INDIAN WOMAN'S DEATH-SONG by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SHE CAME AND WENT by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JUST A-RIDIN'! by ELWOOD ADAMS |