I shall go back again to the bleak shore And build a little shanty on the sand, In such a way that the extremest band Of brittle seaweed will escape my door But by a yard or two; and nevermore Shall I return to take you by the hand; I shall be gone to what I understand, And happier than I ever was before. The love that stood a moment in your eyes, The words that lay a moment on your tongue, Are one with all that in a moment dies, A little under-said and over-sung. But I shall find the sullen rocks and skies Unchanged from what they were when I was young. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 27 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE WESTERN JOURNALIST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON LYNN TERRACE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH NIMROD: 1 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH FORTUNATUS NIMIUM by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES A MEMORIAL ABSTRACT OF A SERMON PREACHED ON PROVERBS, XX, 27 by JOHN BYROM |