WE found the spring at eager noon, And from one cup we drank; Then on until the forest croon In twilight tangle sank; The night was ours, the stars, the dawn; The manna crust, bird-shared; And never failed our magic shoon, Whatever way we fared. If caged at last, ceased not the flow Of sky-gleam through the bars; And where were wounds I only know Tear-kisses hid the scars. And when, as round the world death-free We wind-embodied roam, I hear the gale that once was thee Cry "Hollo!" I will come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EPITAPH, INTENDED FOR HIMSELF by JAMES BEATTIE MOTHER AND POET; TURIN, AFTER THE NEWS FROM GAETA, 1861 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE SISTERS by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE HIGH-PRIEST TO ALEXANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON INSTEAD OF TEARS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 3. BEAUTY UNLOOKED FOR by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |