I knew you thought of me all night, I knew, though you were far away; I felt your love blow over me As if a dark wind-riven sea Drenched me with quivering spray. There are so many ways to love And each way has its own delight -- Then be content to come to me Only as spray the beating sea Drives inland through the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WOOING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A HEALTH by EDWARD COATE PINKNEY TO THE SMALL CELANDINE (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WHY PLAGUE ME, LOVES? by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 9. OF HUMILITY by WILLIAM BASSE |