In that old beech-walk, now bestrewn with mast, And roaring loud - they lingered long and late; Harsh was the clang of the last homeward gate That latch'd itself behind them, as they pass'd - Then kissed and parted. Soon her funeral knell Tolled from a foreign clime; he did not talk Nor weep, but shuddered at that stern farewell; 'Twas the last gate in all their lovers'-walk Without the kiss beyond it! Was it good To leave him thus, alone with his sad mood, In that dear footpath, haunted by her smile? Where they had laughed and loitered, sat and stood? Alone in life! alone in Moreham wood! Through all that sweet, forsaken, forest-mile! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 17 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY [1621] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON THE CANDLE by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM MIANTOWONA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 43. ALLAH-AL-KARIM by EDWIN ARNOLD A SALON SCENE by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SACRIFICE SELF-COMPENSATED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES NOW OR NEVER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: I WILL SMILE NO MORE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |