THOU wast to me what to the changing year Its seasons are, -- a joy forever new; What to the night its stars, its heavenly dew, Its silence; what to dawn its lark-song clear; To noon, its light -- its fleckless atmosphere, Where ocean and the overbending blue, In passionate communion, hue for hue, As one in Love's circumference appear. O brimming heart, with tears for utterance Alike of joy and sorrow! lift thine eyes And sphere the desolation. Love is flown; And in the desert's widening expanse Grim Silence, like a sepulchre of stone, Stands charnelling a soul's funereal sighs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SISTER LOU by STERLING ALLEN BROWN A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK CHAUCER; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: AUTUMN by THOMAS NASHE I AM NOT YOURS by SARA TEASDALE AN UNTIMELY THOUGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |