An Impression

I heard the city time-bells call
Far off in hollow towers,
And one by one with measured fall
Count out the old dead hours;

I felt the march, the silent press
Of time, and held my breath;
I saw the haggard dreadfulness
Of dim old age and death.

by Archibald Lampman

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For every word you would not say Be sure my heart has heard, So go from me all silently Without a kiss or word; these lines really bring out the intense emotions a lover feels at the pain of rejection or desertion