Had Mona been, as many are, Among the stars a shining star, Another with her beaming face Might shine upon me in her place. But no. She shone before my sight The moon of all my earthly light, And none like her can ever rise To lighten my benighted eyes. The winds o'er bowing saplings fly, The clouds swim on below the sky, The water winds with ceaseless speed By woody knowle and grassy mead; Yet could I ride the water's face, Or keep the wind's unslackened pace, Nor stream below nor wind above Could ever waft me to my love. But time, that brings the nights and days With silent flight, that never stays, And guides the stream from hill to lea To mingle with the rocking sea, And brings the gathering cloud on high To waft it from the clearing sky— Oh! Time alone shall lead me on At last to where my love is gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO THE RIVER by EDGAR ALLAN POE ARCADIA: THE BARGAIN by PHILIP SIDNEY THE SINGER IN THE PRISON by WALT WHITMAN THE CRUSADERS' MARCH by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE IDLER'S CALENDAR; MAY: THE LONDON SEASON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONNETS FOR NEW YORK CITY: 4. THE FOUNTAIN OF LIFE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |