How unutterably lonely Is the vast grey round of sea, Till the yellow flower of heaven Breaks and blossoms and gets free, Lighting up the lilac spaces With her golden density! Hope of sailors and of lovers, Swings the lantern of the sea. Not the moon it was that lighted One grey waste of heart I know, Warmed with loving, touched with magic, And made molten and aglow, When your beauty flowered above it From a twilight soft and slow. Dearest face that still must beacon Where your lover still must go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TROY PARK: 1. THE WARMTH OF SPRING by EDITH SITWELL ON ANOTHER'S SORROW, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SILVER by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE IDYLLS OF THE KING: GERAINT AND ENID by ALFRED TENNYSON SEASONS AND TIMES by WILLIAM BARNES |