WHO are exiles? As for me Where beneath the diamond dome Lies the light on hill or tree, There my palace is and home. Who are lonely lacking care? Here the winds are living, press Close on bosom, lips and hair— Well I know their soft caress. Sad or fain no more to live? I have pressed the lips of pain; With the kisses lovers give, Ransomed ancient joys again. Captive? See what stars give light In the hidden heart of clay: At their radiance dark and bright Fades the dreamy king of day. Night and day no more eclipse Friendly eyes that on us shine, Speech from old familiar lips Playmates of a youth divine. Come away, O, come away; We will quench the heart's desire Past the gateways of the day In the rapture of the fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) TO R. B. by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SHEEP AND LAMBS by KATHARINE TYNAN TO THE SMALL CELANDINE (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AFTER LONG SILENCE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS STANZAS TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON |