Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth;
And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny; and youth is vain;
And to be wroth with one we love,
Doth work like madness in the brain.
And thus is chanced, as I divine,
With Roland and Sir Leoline.
Each spake words of high disdain
And insult to his heart's best brother:
They parted - ne'er to meet again!
But never either found another
To free the hollow heart from painting -
They stood aloof, the scars remaining,
Like cliffs which had been rent asunder;
A dreary see now flows between; -
But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder
Shall wholly do away, I ween,
The marks of that which once hath been
They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary see now flows between; - But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been sad.. sad.. sad!
whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; What a great realization.. tony
Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been... Very wonderful presentation of broken friendship grief and joy of words within. This is highly appreciated. Beautiful and ever green.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem really speaks to me as it both has depth and personality. The stanzas really shine a light on the struggles of man and show ourselves what we refuse to admit in our hearts. When i read this poem with my eyes, mind and heart it just makes me want to to music and in a tight .