THERE I cannot find thee, O my love! In the city's clamour, In its pleasure's glamour; 'Mid the multitude of faces Or the wilderness of places There I cannot find thee, O my love! There I cannot find thee, O my love! Where corn groweth yellow, Where luscious fruits come mellow, Where 'neath the roses swinging Hide birds that wake to singing, There I cannot find thee, O my love! There I cannot find thee, O my love! Where sweeps the snowy pinion O'er the seamew's wide dominion; Where the gull unceasingly Screams a chorus to the sea, There I cannot find thee, O my love! There I cannot find thee, O my love! Blind in the dark my seeking, I stand with lone heart breaking, And with hushed and listening breath I gaze through the gates of death— @3There@1 I cannot seek thee, O my love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AIN COUNTRIE by MARY LEE DEMAREST ODE FOR MEMORIAL DAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO DEAN-BOURN, A RUDE RIVER IN DEVON, BY WHICH ... HE LIVED by ROBERT HERRICK AT HOME IN HEAVEN by JAMES MONTGOMERY PHILOMELA by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THE FALL OF JERUSALEM by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SNOB by WILLIAM ROSE BENET FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 5 by JOHN BYROM |