Henry Francis Lyte

(1 June 1793 - 20 November 1847 / Scotland)

A Lost Love - Poem by Henry Francis Lyte

I meet thy pensive, moonlight face;
Thy thrilling voice I hear;
And former hours and scenes retrace,
Too fleeting, and too dear!

Then sighs and tears flow fast and free,
Though none is nigh to share;
And life has nought beside for me
So sweet as this despair.

There are crush'd hearts that will not break;
And mine, methinks, is one;
Or thus I should not weep and wake,
And thou to slumber gone.

I little thought it thus could be
In days more sad and fair
That earth could have a place for me,
And thou no longer there.

Yet death cannot our hearts divide,
Or make thee less my own:
Twere sweeter sleeping at thy side
Than watching here alone.

Yet never, never can we part,
While Memory holds her reign:
Thine, thine is still this wither'd heart,
Till we shall meet again.


Comments about A Lost Love by Henry Francis Lyte

  • Susan Williams (6/30/2017 3:18:00 PM)


    I little thought it thus could be
    In days more sad and fair
    That earth could have a place for me,
    And thou no longer there.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The heartache underlying these 4 lines reaches out and grabs me... reminding me we are all prone to this ending. I think I will read more of his poems
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  • Anil Kumar Panda (6/30/2017 10:12:00 AM)


    Wonderful poetry on love. There is nothing more sublime than a pure love that flows so thick in the lines of this poem. Simply amazing. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (6/30/2017 9:21:00 AM)


    While memory holds her reign! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Abdulkarim Modiya (6/30/2017 5:11:00 AM)


    Wow! ! Nice and romantic love poem, i love it (Report) Reply

  • (6/30/2017 3:42:00 AM)


    Twere sweeter sleeping at thy side, than watching here alone. - I love this! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (6/30/2017 3:32:00 AM)


    A love lost in this world may be like paradise lost, but in the other world surely paradise will be regained indeed according to this poet! For, love never dies! (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (6/30/2017 2:31:00 AM)


    Reminds me of the song LOST IN LOVE popularized by AIR SUPPLY... Thanks for posting..... (Report) Reply

  • Alexander Julian (6/30/2017 2:25:00 AM)


    Is a moonlight face happy? There are two hearts here with knowledge of authority. (Report) Reply

  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (6/30/2017 1:23:00 AM)


    A poem that flows like a river, smooth and tender.
    Lost love, but the hearts are bonded with a hope to meet again.
    Yet never, never can we part,
    While Memory holds her reign:
    Thine, thine is still this wither'd heart,
    Till we shall meet again.
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  • Rajnish Manga (6/30/2017 1:01:00 AM)


    So nice and delightful. Touching expression. A poem devoted to the eternal bonding of lovers.
    Yet death cannot our hearts divide,
    Or make thee less my own:
    Thine, thine is still this wither'd heart,
    Till we shall meet again.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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