THE cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea; And mid the twilight there hovers A shadowy figure o'er me. Full deep in my soul it gazes, With old-time-recalling eye, Like a glimpse of joys long buried, And happiness long gone by. Familiar the vision appeareth, Methinks I know it full well; 'Tis the much-loved shadow of Mary, Who on earth no longer doth dwell. She beckons in friendly silence, And clasps me with gentle despair; But I seize hold of my glasses, To have a better stare! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEPPO: A VENETIAN STORY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CHRISTUS CONSOLATOR by ROSSITER WORTHINGTON RAYMOND THE ONE LOST by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE MILKMAID by JEFFREYS TAYLOR A FARM PICTURE by WALT WHITMAN COMPOSED AT NEIDPATH CASTLE, 1803 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE CASE OF EDGAR ABBOTT AND PHILIP RIDD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |