Each love-thought in thy mind doth rise As some white cloud at even, Till in sweet dews it falls on me Athirst for thee, my Heaven! My Heaven, my Heaven, thou art so far! Stoop, since I cannot climb: I would this wandering fire were lost In thee, white Star of Time! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER FOR MY DAUGHTER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE POET: A RHAPSODY by MARK AKENSIDE EVE'S SONG by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THREE THOUGHTS OF MY HEART by HILDA CONKLING CHRIST AND THE MOURNERS by KATHERINE ELEANOR CONWAY |