Why am I sorry, Chloe? Because the moon is far: And who am I to be straitened in a little earthly star? Because thy face is fair? And what if it had not been, The fairest face of all is the face I have not seen. Because the land is cold, and however I scheme and plot, I can not find a ferry to the land where I am not. Because thy lips are red and thy breasts upbraid the snow? (There is neither white nor red in the pleasance where I go.) Because thy lips grow pale and thy berasts grow dun and fall? I go where the wind blows, Chloe, and am not sorry at all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH: A DREAM OF PONCE DE LEON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH A RUNNABLE STAG by JOHN DAVIDSON ONE POET VISITS ANOTHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES MODERN LOVE: 47 by GEORGE MEREDITH AT A VACATION EXERCISE IN THE COLLEGE by JOHN MILTON A TRINITY OF MOTHERHOOD by FRED CLARE BALDWIN SONG: 6 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LILIES: 9. BENEATH LOFTIER STARS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |