I Where have I known thee, dear, in what strange place, Midst what caprices of our alien fate; Where have I bowed, worshipping this thy face, And hunger'd for thee, as now, insatiate? Tell me, white soul, that through those starry veils Keep'st steadfast vigil o'er my wavering spirit. On what far sea trimm'd we our darkling sails When fell the shadow o'er that we now inherit? Two tempest-driven souls were we, or glad With the young joy that recks of no tomorrow: Or were we as now inexplicably sad Before the coming twilight of new Sorrow? Did our flesh quail as now this poor flesh quails. Our faces blanch, as mine; as thine that pales! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY ANDROMEDA by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS WILLIE WINKIE by WILLIAM MILLER SPRING [IN WAR-TIME] by HENRY TIMROD BRUCE: IN PRAISE OF FREEDOM by JOHN BARBOUR |