Now I have seen your face, My tears are all for you. Where are the lonely grace, The pride, the lovely ways I knew? The flower that blossomed fair When winds and clouds arrayed The shadows of the air, Plucked, though with jealous care, must fade. And in your wintry eyes, With re-awakenings moved A moment, I surprise Nostalgia of the skies they loved. Old sorrows I have borne In patience for your sake, Not without help of scorn: From dreams, now twice forlorn, I wake. I hear the old sorrows call, Now, from your heart alone; And scorn's relief recall With pity which is all your own | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEVER TOO LATE: THE PALMER'S ODE by ROBERT GREENE QUATRAIN: FAME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LINES WRITTEN BY A DEATH-BED by MATTHEW ARNOLD SATIRE: 6 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS THE VIVANDIERE ('70) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET JIM'S WHIP by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE |