WHY be at pains that I should know You sought not me? Do breezes, then, make features glow So rosily? Come, the lit port is at our back, And the tumbling sea; Elsewhere the lampless uphill track To uncertainty! O should not we two waifs join hands? I am alone, You would enrich me more than lands By being my own. Yet, though this facile moment flies, Close is your tone, And ere to-morrow's dewfall dries I plough the unknown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REQUIEM FOR ONE SLAIN IN BATTLE by GEORGE LUNT THE PHILOSOPHER TOAD by REBECCA S. REED NICHOLS ON THE LIFE OF MAN by WALTER RALEIGH DERELICT; A REMINISCENCE OF R.L.S.'S TREASURE ISLAND by YOUNG EWING ALLISON THE ARTIST PHILOSOPHER by DAISY MAUD BELLIS THE YELLOWHAMMER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |