I MURMUR songs of past delight, To tunes of present pain: Around me is the empty night That answers not again. My thoughts were better told by tears, And yet I scorn to weep: Forgetting hopes, forgetting fears, My eyes and heart shall sleep. Yet must I see, in visions wild, The joys I cannot gain, And, like a little lonely child, Stretch out my arms in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BODY BREAKING by MARVIN BELL YOUNG BLOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DARK HOUSE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |