As, in lone fairy-lands, up some rich shelf Of golden sand the wild wave moaningly Heaps its unvalued sea-wealth, weed and gem, Then creeps back slow into the salt sad sea: So from my life's new searched deeps to thee, Beloved, I cast these weed-flowers. Smile on them. More than they mean I know not to express. So I shrink back into my old sad self, Far from all words where love lies fathomless. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE ELF-MAN by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS HOHENLINDEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 11 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LOTOS-EATERS by ALFRED TENNYSON THE APPROACH OF LOVE by LOUIS ARAGON PRELUDE TO THE NANTAHALAS by BARBARA BOWEN SONNETS FOR NEW YORK CITY: 3 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH NIGHT by AUGUSTA COOPER BRISTOL CLEVEDON VERSES: 9. THE VOICES OF NATURE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |