XXXI. ‘Only last night we dwelt together, we’
Only last night we dwelt together, we
Whose lips the ultimate farewells enthrall;
Last night itself is but a stone let fall
Into the chasm of eternity.
There shall be echoes, I shall hear them call
However faint, however far they be;
There shall be shadows, I shall always see
Them beckon from Time’s memory-haunted hall.
The drear mirages of the years gone by
Glow falsely golden from their dark domain,
But now they stir me not. ‘Mere mockery,’
Low to my heart I say to still its pain,
And cloud-built cities in the sunset sky
Fade out in dark across the endless plain.
