I speak of love that comes to mind: The moon is faithful, although blind; She moves in thought she cannot speak. Perfect care has made her bleak. I never dreamed the sea so deep, The earth so dark; so long my sleep, I have become another child. I wake to see the world go wild. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL THAT'S PAST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ON STURMINSTER FOOT-BRIDGE by THOMAS HARDY TO CORINTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 2. TREASURE by ALBERTA BANCROFT VULTURE by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |