"Put out the light; -- and then Put out the light!" O loss to mortal men Of all delight! You who were so sun-fair Your beauty warmed the air, You who were so care-free You healed all misery, Must cry with ghosts upon the wind Or be in frozen earth confined. The fairest things are the briefest things; And the sweetest soonest die; No sign, no trace, no memory clings To earth or sea or sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GROWN-UP TALK by KATHERINE MANSFIELD FRAGMENTARY BLUE by ROBERT FROST I'VE NOTHING TO OFFER by DAVID IGNATOW |