A poet of one mood in all my lays, Ranging all life to sing one only love, Like a west wind across the world I move, Sweeping my harp of floods mine own wild ways. The countries change, but not the west-wind days Which are my songs. My soft skies shine above, And on all seas the colours of a dove, And on all fields a flash of silver greys. I make the whole world answer to my art And sweet monotonous meanings. In your ears I change not ever, bearing, for my part, One thought that is the treasure of my years, A small cloud full of rain upon my heart And in mine arms, clasped, like a child in tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONOLOGUE FROM A MATTRESS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BALLAD MADE AT THE REQUEST OF HIS MOTHER .. PRAY TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON TO THE POOR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 14 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A BALLADE OF SUICIDE by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON HER MERRIMENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |