When often I think and dream of thee From out of the past there comes to me The song of birds, the moan of the sea, The love that still lives in memory. So back to the past I often flee And live in the days that used to be. Our mountains and forests cry to me, An empty setting where thou shouldst be: Heaven made that setting, love, for thee, And thou canst grace it most royally. Our world is waiting to give thee love, The earth beneath and the sky above. The waters that flow down to the sea In showers again come back to me With rainbow promise of sun through rain That those olden days will come again. As Heaven gives water from the sea, Wilt thou not return thy love to me? Those days still live in fond memory, Olden and golden, they stay with me: The summer-house with its dreams of love, The lake beneath and the sky above. Love rides on the water, rules the shore, As I live those days with thee once more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MILITARY MIND by CHARLIE SMITH BEFORE THE BIRTH OF ONE OF HER CHILDREN by ANNE BRADSTREET THE CRAFTSMAN by MARCUS B. CHRISTIAN THE ENTHUSIAST by HERMAN MELVILLE NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP by ROBERT SOUTHWELL SUNSET-MOOD by STANLEY E. BABB |