"OH, where shall I find rest?" Sighed the Wind from the west; "I've sought in vain o'er dale and down, Through tangled woodland, tarn and town, But found no rest." "Rest thou ne'er shalt find..." Answered Love to the Wind; "For thou and I, and the great grey sea May never rest till Eternity Its end shall find." @3Note.@1—These lines, the first I ever wrote, were printed in the Anarchist journal, @3The Torch,@1 in 1891. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SICK ROSE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE RABBI BEN EZRA by ROBERT BROWNING THE BELLS OF LYNN; HEARD AT NAHANT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON THE DEATH OF A CAT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ON THE 'VITA NUOVA' OF DANTE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE DRUM: THE NARRATIVE OF THE DEMON OF TEDWORTH by EDITH SITWELL VINCENT VAN GOGH by HARRIET R. BEAN THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 1, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |