Wait for me, Cherrychild, when the blue dusk Falls from the silent star-spaces and fills With utter peace the great heart of the hills, Child, Cherrychild! Call to me, Cherrychild, when the blue dusk First throbs to passion among the dark hills, In the brown throats of the lone whippoorwills, Child, Cherrychild! Come to me, Cherrychild, in the blue dusk! Forlorn and loverless as the wild sea, Long have I lain alone, longing for thee, Child, Cherrychild. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRD AND BROOK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES LOVERS' INFINITENESS by JOHN DONNE THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD THE EARLY PRIMROSE by HENRY KIRKE WHITE A SWING SONG by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM HYMN OF FREEDDOM by MICHAEL JOSEPH BARRY |