Ah! happy winds whose wings caress The form I may not see; Ah! happy flowers whose petals press The lips withheld from me; Ah! happy stones that bear the dint Of footsteps so divine; On your cold hearts they leave no print, But they have broken mine. Ah! my lost Love, grieve not -- and yet Sometimes when twilight falls, And draws the curtain of regret O'er dusking chamber walls, Breathe but one prayer for him whose heart Lies buried 'neath thy feet, Who fain must bear life's load apart For thine and Love's sake, Sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I COULD TAKE by HAYDEN CARRUTH FUGUE FOR A DROWNED GIRL by JAMES GALVIN LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL |