OH for the wings of a dove, To fly far away from my own soul, Reach and be merged in the vast whole Heaven of infinite Love! Oh that I were as the rain, To fall and be lost in the great sea, One with the waves, till the drowned Me Might not be severed again! Infinite arms of the air, Surrounding the stars and without strife Blending our life with their large life, Lift me and carry me there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BONNYBELL: THE BUTTERFLY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BOOK OF MARTYRS by EMILY DICKINSON THE CALM [CALME] by JOHN DONNE THE DIFFERENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LAST RAY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 7 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |