Where two had walked awhile, now only one One only wandered, like a holy nun, Down pebbly aisles of summer shadow cool That slowly brought her, All dreamy, to the lily-padded pool And leaping water. And the mist slowly veered to her unblown, And breathing through a many colored zone, Swept her a little while with vague concern That might have spoken And asked her word perchance of love's return. She gave no token, No token either when it did depart. Ah, love dies hardly in the broken heart, And wrestles dumbly with the blind belief That naught we cherish Can ever quite pass into utter grief, Or wholly perish. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN I AM DEAD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BOOK OF STONES AND LILIES by AMY LOWELL UNDER A PATCHED SAIL by MARIANNE MOORE THE CHAM TOWERS AT DA NANG by KAREN SWENSON THE WHITE RABBIT by KAREN SWENSON TO DICK, ON HIS SIXTH BIRTHDAY by SARA TEASDALE |