I have endured a week's oblivion Of foreign faces, I have seen the dawn Blush through veiled windows, and not vainly sought Refuge from your intolerable thought. Now, as I tread these London streets again, There grows up softly, from the night and rain, The same old ghostly haunting of your eyes; And the old poisonous mist of memories Rises about me, and the old desire Quickens along my veins in sharper fire. O! I am lost, you will not set me free, Unless I turn again, and seek the sea, Some vague new world of waters, bounded by The soft and sudden barrier of the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OSCAR HUMMEL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HEMLOCK AND CEDAR by CARL SANDBURG ENDYMION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TROPIC NIGHTFALL by ROBERT AVRETT TRENCH NOMENCLATURE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HUNGER'S DANGER by MAGDA BRANDON FIELD FLOWERS by THOMAS CAMPBELL |