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.
Gone
Henrik Johan Ibsen
(1)
Poem topics: dark, house, music, night, wind, sweet, garden, street, goodbye, gloomy, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Gone poem by Henrik Johan Ibsen
Best Poems of Henrik Johan Ibsen