HILLS where once my love and I Let the hours go laughing by! All your woods and dales are sad, -- You have lost your Oread. Falling leaves! Silent woodlands! Half your loveliness is fled. Golden-rod, wither now! Winter winds, come hither now! All the summer joy is dead. There's a sense of something gone In the grass I linger on. There's an under-voice that grieves In the rustling of the leaves. Pine-clad peaks! Rushing waters! Glens where we were once so glad! There's a light passed from you, There's a joy outcast from you,-- You have lost your Oread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINNER IN A QUICK LUNCH ROOM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO I SING OF LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ANCHORED TO THE INFINITE by EDWIN MARKHAM AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CORTEGE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |