THERE is an island In the middle of my heart, And all day comes lapping on the shore A long silver wave. It is the lonesome wave; I cannot see the other side of it. It will never go away Until it meets the glad gold wave Of happiness! Wandering over the monstrous rocks, Looking into the caves, I see my island dark, all cold, Until the gold wave sweeps in From a sea deep blue, And flings itself on the beach. Oh, it is joy, then! No more whispers like sorrow, No more silvery lonesome lapping of the long wave . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA FAITH AND DESPONDENCY by EMILY JANE BRONTE MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 2. REJECTION by GEOFFREY CHAUCER TO SCIENCE; SONNET by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE BIRD WITH THE COPPERY, KEEN CLAWS by WALLACE STEVENS SUPER FLUMINA BABYLONIS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |