I SHALL look back, when on the main, -- Back to my native isle, And almost think I hear again Thy voice, and view thy smile. But many days may pass away Ere I again shall see Amid the young, the fair, the gay, -- One who resembles thee. Yet when the pensive thought shall dwell On some ideal maid, Whom fancy's pencil pictured well, And touch'd with softest shade: The imaged form I shall survey, And, pausing at the view, Recall thy gentle smile, and say, "Oh, such a maid I knew!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE CAMBODIAN BOX by KAREN SWENSON THE WISE WOMAN by SARA TEASDALE THE MEANING OF THE LOOK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SNEEZING by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT VITAI LAMPADA by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT |