The islands called me far away, The valleys called me home. The rivers with a silver voice Drew on my heart to come. The paths reached tendrils to my hair From every vine and tree. There was no refuge anywhere Until I came to thee. There is a northern cloud I know, Along a mountain crest; And as she folds her wings of mist, So I could make my rest. There is no chain to bind her so Unto that purple height; And she will shine and wander, slow, Slow, with a cloud's delight. Would she begone? She melts away, A heavenly joyous thing. Yet day will find the mountain white, White-folded with her wing. As you may see, but half aware If it be late or soon, Soft breathing on the day-time air, The fair forgotten Moon. And though love cannot bind me, Love, -- Ah no! -- yet I could stay Maybe, with wings forever spread, -- Forever, and a day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE POOR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE SICKNESS by CHARLES BUKOWSKI LACHIN Y GAIR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE ECSTASY [EXTASIE] by JOHN DONNE SNAKES, MONGOOSES, SNAKE-CHARMERS, AND THE LIKE by MARIANNE MOORE THE PRETTY MILKMAID by MOTHER GOOSE SPRING IN WAR TIME by SARA TEASDALE |