THE dropping words of larks, the sweetest tongue That sings between the dusks, tell all of you; The bursting white of Peace is all along Wing-ways, and pearly droppings of the dew Emberyl the cobwebs' greyness, and the blue Of hiding violets, watching for your face, Listen for you in every dusky place. You will not answer when I call your name, But in the fog of blossom do you hide To change my doubts into a red-faced shame By'n by when you are laughing by my side? Or will you never come, or have you died, And I in anguish have forgotten all? And shall the world now end and the heavens fall? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WALDEINSAMKEIT by RALPH WALDO EMERSON IN JUNIOR YEAR by WILLIAM GRANT BARNEY OCTOBER by MARIE DAVIES WARREN BECKNER CLING TO THY MOTHER by GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE LOVE'S BREATH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PERFECT UNION by MATHILDE BLIND THE PROPHECY OF ST. ORAN by MATHILDE BLIND |