As rivers seek the sea, Much more deep than they, So my soul seeks thee Far away; As running rivers moan On their course alone, So I moan Left alone. As the delicate rose To the sun's sweet strength Doth herself unclose, Breadth and length; So spreads my heart to thee Unveiled utterly, I to thee Utterly. As morning dew exhales Sunwards pure and free So my spirit fails After thee. As dew leaves not a trace On the green earth's face; I, no trace On thy face. Its goal the river knows, Dewdrops find a way, Sunlight cheers the rose In her day: Shall I, lone sorrow past, Find thee at the last? Sorrow past, Thee at last? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN INTERNATIONAL EPISODE (1889) by CAROLINE KING DUER THE CITY AT THE END OF THINGS by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI REJECTED ADDRESSES: THE BABY'S DEBUT, BY W. W. by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) TO THE REV. F.D. MAURICE by ALFRED TENNYSON BLESSING THE LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 2 by LUCY AIKEN |