Wild heart on wild heart beating— No, this is not for me: Swift sail with swift sail meeting In Love's bewildering sea. For me a flight through a desolate land Of lost horizons and sinking sand; A frigid fog, a salty breath, Pursuing the fleeting feet of Death. O whither are you going, Cold feet upon the fog, With my steps after-speeding Like Fate's subservient dog? Why will not Love undo your spell— Following, following, knowing well That when I reach you, breathless and bleeding, I'll still be blind and you be leading. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SKELETON OF THE FUTURE; AT LENIN'S TOMB by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE REALISM by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON THE TEAMSTER by MATHILDE BLIND CAELIA: SONNETS: 4 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) EPISTLE FROM LORD BORINGDON TO LORD GRANVILLE by GEORGE CANNING |