Where, oh where, should love be laid? Where the sigh of the heather-bell, To the wandering wind can tell, Tell too heavily, tell too well, How human hearts are made! Lift him gently from where he lies So pale now! With frozen kisses upon his eyes, And faded petals upon his brow. Carry him gently far away, And bury him out of the sight of day, Where neither sun nor rain Can trouble him again. We have killed him and love grown cold Is better buried under the mould. Where, oh where, should love be laid? Where the lost soul of the sea Moans and weeps perpetually, Where the cold night cries in vain For what cannot come again. Where, oh where, should love be laid? Where the sigh of the sea-shell, To the sobbing wind can tell, Tell too heavily, tell too well, How cruel-faithless, how cruel-light, While love lies dying in the night, Human hearts are made. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 24 by JAMES JOYCE SOPHISTICATION by CONRAD AIKEN MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE EXISTING POOL by HAYDEN CARRUTH GETTING A WORD IN by JAMES GALVIN THE GIFT TO SING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |