
The poem explores the idea that the saddest hour is not when a person loses someone they love, but rather when they realize they have lost their own sense of self and individuality in the process of loving that person. The speaker describes how they were once full of life and vitality, but after falling deeply in love, they became consumed by their emotions and lost touch with who they used to be.
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox · First published 1897 · Genre: Poetry, Philosophical, Emotional · 166 words
The saddest hour of anguish and of loss Is not that season of supreme despair When we can find no least light anywhere To gild the dread, black shadow of the Cross; Not in that luxury of sorrow when We sup on salt of tears, and drink the gall Of memories of days beyond recall -- Of lost delights that cannot come again.
But when, with eyes that are no longer wet, We look out on the great, wide world of men, And, smiling, lean toward a bright to-morrow, Then backward shrink, with sudden keen regret, To find that we are learning to forget: Ah! then we face the saddest hour of sorrow.
The Saddest Hour is listed on Textopian as a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, dated 1897 CE.
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Poetry · American Literature · 19th Century · Romanticism · Melancholy · Sorrow · Grief · Loss · Longing · Yearning · Heartbreak · Love