Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

CreationEarth Nature Photos


 THE last, late guest 
To the gate we followed; 
Goodbye -- and the rest 
The night-wind swallowed.
House, garden, street, Lay tenfold gloomy, Where accents sweet Had made music to me.
It was but a feast With the dark coming on; She was but a guest -- And now, she is gone.

by Adam Lindsay Gordon
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - GONEEmail Poem |
Comment below this ad.

Top Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems

Analysis and Comments on GONE

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem GONE here.