I walk'd in the lonesome evening, And who so sad as I, When I saw the young men and maidens Merrily passing by. To thee, my Love, to thee-- So fain would I come to thee! While the ripples fold upon sands of gold And I look across the sea. I stretch out my hands; who will clasp them? I call,--thou repliest no word: O why should heart-longing be weaker Than the waving wings of a bird! To thee, my Love, to thee-- So fain would I come to thee! For the tide's at rest from east to west, And I look across the sea. There's joy in the hopeful morning, There's peace in the parting day, There's sorrow with every lover Whose true love is far away. To thee, my Love, to thee-- So fain would I come to thee! And the water's bright in a still moonlight, As I look across the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWITZERLAND AND ITALY by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 16. THE DEAREST FRIENDS ARE THE AULDEST FRIENDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SINCE THOU ART GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN TO A LOCOMOTIVE IN WINTER by WALT WHITMAN THE CARPERS (AN ASPECT) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET RHAPSODY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS ECCLESIASTES: THE LIGHT IS SWEET by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |