Where she is now, I cannot say -- The world has many a place of light; Perhaps the sun's eyelashes dance On hers, to give them both delight. Or does she sit in some green shade, And then the air that lies above Can with a hundred pale blue eyes Look through the leaves and find my love. Perhaps she dreams of life with me, Her cheek upon her finger-tips; O that I could leap forward now, Behind her back and, with my lips, Break through those curls above her nape, That hover close and lightly there; To prove if they are substance, or But shadows of her lovely hair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: 20. A HAPPY MARRIAGE by THOMAS CAMPION A NEGRO LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND by THOMAS MOORE THE GRAVE OF SHELLEY by OSCAR WILDE FREQUENTLY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AT THE FUNERAL OF A MINOR POET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PSALM 137. THE JEWISH CAPTIVE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |