I KNOW you: solitary griefs, Desolate passions, aching hours! I know you: tremulous beliefs, Agonised hopes, and ashen flowers! The winds are sometimes sad to me; The starry spaces, full of fear: Mine is the sorrow on the sea, And mine the sigh of places drear. Some players upon plaintive strings Publish their wistfulness abroad: I have not spoken of these things, Save to one man, and unto God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMTER by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL A UTILITARIAN VIEW OF THE MONITOR'S FIGHT by HERMAN MELVILLE IN THE BELFRY OF THE NIEUWE KERK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH NEWS OF THE WORLD: 3 by GEORGE BARKER CAFE TORTONI ('81) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET NOONDAY REST by MATHILDE BLIND THE STEPS OF THE COMMANDER by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |