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...POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST THE BUTCHER SHOP by DAVID IGNATOW ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR CELSUS AT HADRIAN'S VILLA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JUDGE SELAH LIVELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DUNES OF INDIANA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE |