TAKE back the virgin page, White and unwritten still; Some hand, more calm and sage, The leaf must fill. Thoughts come as pure as light, Pure as even @3you@1 require; But oh! each word I write Love turns to fire. Yet let me keep the book; Oft shall my heart renew, When on its leaves I look, Dear thoughts of you. Like you, 'tis fair and bright; Like you, too bright and fair To let wild passion write One wrong wish there. Haply, when from those eyes Far, far away I roam, Should calmer thoughts arise Towards you and home; Fancy may trace some line Worthy those eyes to meet, Thoughts that not burn, but shine. Pure, calm, and sweet. And as, o'er ocean far, Seamen their records keep, Led by some hidden star Through the cold deep; So may the words I write Tell through what storms I stray -- @3You@1 still the unseen light Guiding my way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST WORD by MATTHEW ARNOLD ADVICE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES HIS CAVALIER by ROBERT HERRICK ON ENGLISH MONSIEUR by BEN JONSON TO DR. AIKIN ON HIS COMPLAINING THAT SHE NEGLECTED HIM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 1. ASHES TO ASHES by BERTON BRALEY NOT TOO UNIMPORTANT by BERTON BRALEY THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A CHAIN TO WEAR by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |