O sands of my heart, what wind moans low along thy shadowy shore? Is that the deep sea-heart I hear with the dying sob at its core? Each dim lost wave that lapses is like a closing door: 'Tis closing doors they hear at last who soon shall hear no more, Who soon shall hear no more. Eilidh, Eilidh, Eilidh, call low, come back, call low to me: My heart you have broken, your troth forsaken, but love even yet can be: Come near, call low, for closing doors are as the waves o' the sea, Once closed they are closed for ever, Eilidh, lost, lost, for thee and me, Lost, lost, for thee and me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH FOR A SOLDIER by DAVID IGNATOW SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR A GIRL'S THOUGHTS by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE MAN WITH THE HOE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE FIFTEEN ACRES by JAMES STEPHENS OF A CONTENTED MIND [OR, SPIRIT] by THOMAS VAUX THE BELLS AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |