It seems to me that very long ago, Across a shining and dividing sea, I dreamed of love, and the eternal woe, And that desire which is eternity. I did but dream that I have made you weep: I never loved, and you have never wept; The shining and dividing sea is deep, And I am very tired of having slept. Yet, in some hours of these oblivious days, Suddenly, like a heart-throb, I recall The passionate enigma of your face, I take your hand, and I remember all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUT NOT TO ME by SARA TEASDALE PORPHYRIA'S LOVER by ROBERT BROWNING A SNOW-STORM; SCENE IN A VERMONT WINTER by CHARLES GAMAGE EASTMAN CHANGED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BRIEF LIFE by KATHARINE LEE BATES WILD WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE TOY BALLOONS by EDNA BECKER |