THERE is a noise of feet that move in sin Under the side-faced moon here where I stray, Want by me like a Nemesis. The din Of noon is in my ears, but far away My thoughts are, where Peace shuts the blackbirds' wings And it is cherry time by all the springs. And this same moon floats like a trail of fire Down the long Boyne, and darts white arrows thro' The mill wood; her white skirt is on the weir, She walks thro' crystal mazes of the dew, And rests awhile upon the dewy slope Where I will hope again the old, old hope. With wandering we are worn my muse and I, And, if I sing, my song knows nought of mirth. I often think my soul is an old lie In sackcloth, it repents so much of birth. But I will build it yet a cloister home Near the peace of lakes when I have ceased to roam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLATTERERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONNET: LOVE'S HEIGHT by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE EMIGRANT LASSIE by JOHN STUART BLACKIE ASPIRATIONS: 8 by MATHILDE BLIND THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 67. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |