Beneath the crumbling cliff we ate our meal. The grass was dry with sun. Vague breaths of April stirred. We did not feel How nearly all was done. All done, all over, finished with, closed up -- A grave, securely sealed! The dome of heaven, deep-hollowed like a cup, Nothing of this revealed. O you that long ago, that long ago I loved, what forms are they Gliding so dumb where the blue corn-flowers grow And the horned poppies sway? Why hang their empty hands? Why droop their heads? Why on their necks sits fate? So look the lovers who did make their beds When destiny cried "Wait!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE GIFT TO SING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER |