I DO not dread an alter'd heart, Or that long line of land or sea Should separate my love from me, I dread that drifting slow apart -- All unresisted, unrestrain'd -- Which comes to some when they have gain'd The dear endeavor of their soul. As two light skiffs that sail'd together, Through days and nights of tranquil weather, Adown some inland stream, might be Drifted asunder, each from each; When, floating with the tide, they reach The hop'd-for end, the promis'd goal, The sudden glory of the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE TAVERN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BLESSINGS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE SECRET by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ZOPHIEL; OR THE BRIDE OF SEVEN: CANTO 3. PALACE OF THE GNOMES by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 20. ELEGIAC VRSE: THE THIRD EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |