There where you lie now, are you quite content When dawn is trembling like a scattered rose On Loma's hills, while life still brims and blows Southing for me; mystic -- magnificent For me? And when white East is spent With seeking you, at last the last shade goes Past San Clement's rim? Lost heart, who knows What were your word -- you voiceless, impotent? Dream you of Loma in oblivion? Of Loma's lark songs curved about the blue Beyond these little streets where we have gone Whispering of homes and lovers? Peaceful, you? While streets of summering Loma bourgeon With orange poppies, callas, wormwood, rue? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMOS SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LITTLE DANCERS by LAURENCE BINYON A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SUMTER [APRIL 12, 1861] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE CHILD ALONE: 1. THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON S. BARTHOLOMEW by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |