WHAT stirs in my heart so? What lures me from home? What forces me outwards, And onwards to roam? Far up on the mountains Lie cloudlets like snow; O were I but yonder, 'Tis there I must go! Now by come the ravens So solemn and black; I mingle among them, And follow their track: By rock and by turret We silently glide; Ah, there is the bower, where My lady doth bide! She walks in the greenwood, That beautiful may; Like a bird, singing clearly, I drop on the spray. She lists, and she lingers, And softly says she -- 'How sweetly it singeth, It singeth for me!' The sunset is gilding The peaks of the hill, The day is declining, Yet tarries she still: She follows the brooklet Through meadow and glade, Till dark is the pathway, And lost in the shade. Then, then I come down, as A swift-shooting star; 'What light glimmers yonder, So near yet so far?' Ere yet the amazement Hath pass'd from thee, sweet, My quest it is ended, I lie at thy feet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYER FOR A BOY WITH A KITE by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH PEBBLES by KENNETH SLADE ALLING LADY-SLIPPER by STELLA PFEIFFER BAISCH LINES TO ROBERT ALDERSON UPON HIS DEPARTURE FROM WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE PURSUIT by HENRY BELLAMANN MYSTERY OF MYSTERIES by MATHILDE BLIND THE WISDOM OF MERLYN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |