@3A solace fond and sought in Fate's despite, If I must never please you any more, You that toward joy, be it e'er so dim, of yore Turned sweet and fain as turn your flowers toward light: Nay, since thus late my poor small gift I write Yours, 'tis in truth as who should wave you o'er Surge of wild seas from shadow-blinded shore, Or cry your name through echo-less wastes of night. Yet as one cast away on loneliest strand, Past hail of hope, still signs with voice and hand, Lest doom in utter dread on his heat should fall, Hearkening that hush: even no far off I seem To cry to you, mavrone, and beckon; and dream You see the hand, and dream you hear the call.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESERTED HOUSE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE DEATH IN THE KITCHEN by THOMAS HOOD A NET TO SNARE THE MOONLIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY FIRELIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON EARLY RISING by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE MULBERRY GARDEN: CHILD AND MAIDEN by CHARLES SEDLEY PSALM 71 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IT IS FINISHED by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR SONNET: 8. TO THE RIVER ITCHIN, NEAR WINTON by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |