COUNT the flashes in the surf, Count the crystals in the snow, Or the blades above the turf, Or the dead that sleep below! These ye count -- yet shall not know, -- While I wake or while I slumber, -- Where my thoughts and wishes go, What her name, and what their number. Ask the cold and midnight sea, Ask the silent-falling frost, Ask the grasses on the lea, Or the mad maid, passion-crost! They may tell of posies tost To the waves where blossoms blow not, Tell of hearts that staked and lost, -- But of me and mine they know not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL by OBADIAH CYRUS AURINGER UNEASY PEACE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LORDS' MASQUE: ENTHEUS SPEAKS by THOMAS CAMPION BENEDICTION IN PASSING by IRENE CARLISLE NEPTUNE'S STEEDS by WILLIAM LAWRENCE CHITTENDEN HESPERIDES by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE |