I CANNOT lose thee for a day, But like a bird with restless wing My heart will find thee far away, And on thy bosom fall and sing, My nest is here, my rest in here; -- And in the lull of wind and rain, Fresh voices make a sweet refrain, 'His rest is there, his nest is there.' With thee the wind and sky are fair, But parted, both are strange and dark; And treacherous the quiet air That holds me singing like a lark, O shield my love, strong arm above! Till in the hush of wind and rain, Fresh voices make a rich refrain, 'The arm above will shield thy love.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON FUZZY-WUZZY' (SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE) by RUDYARD KIPLING THE WOMAN AND THE ANGEL by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE GARDEN DAYS: 7. THE GARDENER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE DYING SWAN by ALFRED TENNYSON STORM AT SEA (2) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE |