Pilgrim forget; in this dark tide Sinks the salt tear to peace at last; Here undeluding dreams abide, All sorrow past. Nods the wild ivy on her stem; The voiceless bird broods on the bough; The silence and the song of them Untroubled now. Free that poor captive's flutterings, That struggles in thy tired eyes, Solace its discontented wings, Quiet its cries! Knells now the dewdrop to its fall, The sad wind sleeps no more to rove; Rest, for my arms ambrosial Ache for thy love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH! SUSANNA! by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER COLUMBUS DYING [MAY 20, 1506] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE SECOND CANTO, OR FIRST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE THE ENDLESS BATTLE by BERTON BRALEY THE MARCH OF THE GHOSTS by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS GILES'S HOPE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE POSTHUMOUS TALES: TALE 17. DANVERS AND RAYNER by GEORGE CRABBE |