TIME was, beloved, when from this far-off place My words could reach thee, and thine own reply -- Now thou art gone, and my heart's longing cry Pursues thee, as some runner runs his race -- Cleaves like a bird the emptiness of space, And falls back, baffled, from the pitiless sky. Ah, why with thee, so dear, did I not die? Why should I live benighted of thy face? Thou wilt have sped so far before I come -- How shall I ever win to where thou art? Or, if I find thee, shall I not be dumb -- With voiceless longing break my silent heart? Nay! Surely thou wilt read mine eyes, and know That for thy sake all heaven I would forego. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE REPUBLIC by JAMES GALVIN NATHAHNI AND SOYAZHE by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS VISTAS OF LABOR: 1. THE STEAMSHIP STOKER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON AN EPISTLE TO J. BL-K-N, ESQ.: ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST by JOHN BYROM GOLD! by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |