Uncollected Poems of James Russell Lowell | ||
XXXVII
Alone! Alone! oh what a mournful spellOne simple word may work upon the heart!
How many a tale one word—one look may tell
Of pathos far beyond the reach of art!
How much of untold agony may dwell
In those two little syllables—“We part!”
They touch a thrilling string within the breast,
No time—no sorrow e'er can put at rest.
Uncollected Poems of James Russell Lowell | ||