A happy lover who has come To look on her that loves him well, Who 'lights and rings the gateway bell, And learns her gone and far from home; He saddens, all the magic light Dies off at once from bower and hall, And all the place is dark, and all The chambers emptied of delight: So find I every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not. Yet as that other, wandering there In those deserted walks, may find A flower beat with rain and wind, Which once she foster'd up with care; So seems it in my deep regret, O my forsaken heart, with thee And this poor flower of poesy Which, little cared for, fades not yet. But since it pleased a vanish'd eye, I go to plant it on his tomb, That if it can it there may bloom, Or, dying, there at least may die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITY VIGNETTE: DUSK by SARA TEASDALE SIXTY-EIGHTH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SPRING IN NEW ENGLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO SIR JOHN SPENSER KNIGHTE, ALDERMAN OF LONDON by RICHARD BARNFIELD ROSETTE by HEINRICH CHRISTIAN BOIE |