Poem By James Benjamin Kenyon

THEY met, and all the world was fair;
Fair, too, were they as any pair
Of birds of paradise;
They met, and never meant to part,
But oh! time chills the warmest heart,
And dims the brightest eyes.

They met, and love betwixt them born,
From morn to dark, from dark to morn.
Walked with them through the land;
O, blithely sped the singing hours,
Till, lured to pluck the star-eyed flowers,
Each loosed the other's hand.

Then love took flight with sudden fright,
And now they wander through the night,
Blind with their helpless tears;
They grope amid the thorns and sand,
But cannot touch each other's hand
Through all the lonely years.

Comments about Estranged

There is no comment submitted by members.

Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of KENYON

A Challenge

ARISE, O soul, and gird thee up anew,
Though the black camel Death kneel at thy gate;
No beggar thou that thou for alms shouldst sue;

Bring Them Not Back

Yet, O my friend—pale conjurer, I call
Thee friend—bring, bring the dead not back again,
Since for the tears, the darkness and the pain

Come Slowly, Paradise

O dawn upon me slowly, Paradise!
Come not too suddenly,
Lest my just-opened, unaccustomed eyes
Smitten with blindness be.

Death And Night

The bearded grass waves in the summer breeze;
The sunlight sleeps along the distant hills;
Faint is the music of the murmuring rills,


The Bedouins Of The Skies

YON clouds that roam the deserts of the air,
On wind-swift barbs, o’er many an azure plain,