As the inhastening tide doth roll, Dear and desired, along the whole Wide shining strand, and floods the caves, Your love comes filling with happy waves The open sea-shore of my soul. But inland from the seaward spaces, None knows, not even you, the places Brimmed, at your coming, out of sight, - The little solitudes of delight This tide constrains in dim embraces. You see the happy shore, wave-rimmed, But know not of the quiet dimmed Rivers your coming floods and fills, The little pools 'mid happier hills, My silent rivulets, over-brimmed. What, I have secrets from you? Yes. But, visiting Sea, your love doth press And reach in further than you know, And fills all these; and when you go, There's loneliness in loneliness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMEDAY BOOK: JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RIGHT TO GRIEF by CARL SANDBURG THE BALLAD OF JUDAS ISCARIOT by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT IDYLLS OF THE KING: PELLEAS AND ETTARRE by ALFRED TENNYSON WOO NOT THE WORLD by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II |