OH! tell me not the woods are fair Now Spring is on her way! Well, well I know how brightly there In joy the young leaves play; How sweet on winds of morn or eve The violet's breath may be; -- Yet ask me, woo me not to leave My lone rock by the sea. The wild wave's thunder on the shore, The curlew's restless cries, Unto my watching heart are more Than all earth's melodies. Come back, my ocean rover! come! There's but one place for me, Till I can greet thy swift sail home -- My lone rock by the sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE CROSS by EDITH AGNEW CARMEN SYLVA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS MARIA MINOR by MARGARET AVISON DON QUIXOTE by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS A LADY OF PARIS BORDONE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY PROLOGUE FOR THE SILVERDALE VILLAGE PLAYERS: EASTER 1922 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |