Without Her
Posted on
16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
admin
What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.
Her dress without her? The tossed empty space
Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.
Did you know?Explore Trending and Topic pages for more stories like this.
Her paths without her? Day’s appointed sway
Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place
Without her? Tears, ah me! for love’s good grace,
And cold forgetfulness of night or day.What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart,
Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?
A wayfarer by barren ways and chill,
Steep ways and weary, without her thou art,
Where the long cloud, the long wood’s counterpart,
Sheds doubled darkness up the labouring hill.
-Dante Gabriel Rossetti
349 
41 
Other poetry
chandan se kum nahi hai mati hamare desh ki
Yeah, we are on the way.
Isn`t it great when you`re on the way?
Why on earth we should measure
The d
KYA HAI ZINDGI
शून्य में निहारते आसमान को देख कर भूल
TUMSE ISHQ KARNA SIKHA HAI
मालूम है मुझे की मैं कुछ भी लिखु तुम इ
Best Buddies Forever
God Sent Me You At A Moment In My Life
When He Knew I Needed A Companion
Only He
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand
Descending Trousers
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
Missing Piece In Life
I've lost a piece and it's impossible to bring it back.
I was too careless. I was too sla
The Glass Eye
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
Missing You
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I'v
