Remnants of this soul of mine, This same self that once was me, Flock and gather and grow one, Whole once more at thought of thee. Never yet was such a love, So supremely fond as thou; Never mortal lover yet So beloved as thine is now. I a foam-head in the sea, Thou the tide to lift and run; I a sombre-crested hill, Thou the purple light thereon. Tide may ebb and light may fail, But not love's sincerity, -- More enduring than the sun, More compelling than the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: WHY by EDITH SITWELL A LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE CALDWELL OF SPRINGFIELD [JUNE 23, 1780] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SONNET: 19. ON HIS BLINDNESS by JOHN MILTON AGAINST IDLENESS AND MISCHIEF by ISAAC WATTS THE STRAYED REVELLER by MATTHEW ARNOLD |