WHEN twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star, whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love. And, thou too on that orb so dear, Ah, dost thou gaze at even; And think, though lost for ever here, Thou'lt yet be mine in heaven? There's not a garden-walk I tread, There's not a flower I see, love, But brings to mind some hope that's fled, Some joy I've lost with thee, love. And still I wish that hour was near, When friends and foes forgiven, The pains, the ills we've wept through here May turn to smiles in heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRODIGAL'S BROTHER SPEAKS by BESS SAMUEL AYRES THE GIFT by ALICE EWING BLACKWELL THE RESIGNATION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LOVE'S LIKENINGS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT JOCHANAN HAKKADOSH by ROBERT BROWNING LITTLE JESSIE by WILLIAM C. CAMERON |