I bide mine hour, when thou, Beloved, far away, As unto sleep shalt bow Submissive to my sway. The clouds that, floating, seem Unpiloted and free, Obedient to the stream, Move onward to the sea; And under love's control, Despite the opposing tide, The current of thy soul Is setting to my side. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH, L.H. by BEN JONSON THE TROOPS by SIEGFRIED SASSOON HYMN TO THE FLOWERS by HORACE SMITH ALCAICS: TO H. F. BROWN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON BAYARD TAYLOR by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH COMMENDATORY VERSE FOR THE FAERIE QUEENE by H. B. |