ALL'S over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter About your cottage eaves! And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly, I notieed that, to-day; One day more bursts them open fully --You know the red turns grey. To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest? May I take your hand in mine? Mere friends are we,--well, friends the merest Keep much that I'll resign: For each glance of that eye so bright and black, Though I keep with heart's endeavour,-- Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back, Though it stay in my soul for ever!-- Yet I will but say what mere friends say, Or only a thought stronger; I will hold your hand but as long as all may, Or so very little longer! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SYMPHONIC STUDIES (AFTER ROBERT SCHUMANN) by EMMA LAZARUS |