HOW can I go into the dark, Away from your clasping hand, Set sail on a shadowy bark For the shore of an unknown land? Your eyes look love into mine; Your lips are warm on my mouth; I drink your breath like a wine Aglow with the sun of the South. You have made this world so dear! How can I go forth alone In the bark that phantoms steer To a port afar and unknown? The desperate mob of the dead, Will they hustle me to and fro, Or leave me alone to tread The path of my infinite woe? Shall I cry, in terror and pain, For a death that I cannot die, And pray with a longing vain To the gods that mock my cry? Oh, hold me closer, my dear! Strong is your clasp, -- ay, strong, -- But stronger the touch that I fear, And the darkness to come is long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BIRTH OF HIS SON by SU SHIH BUBBLING WINE by ABU ZAKARIYYA THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 1 by ALFRED AUSTIN AN OLD BURYING GROUND by ELFRIDA DE RENNE BARROW AFFINITES: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 12. THE BOOK AND THE RING by ROBERT BROWNING |