Still onward winds the dreary way; I with it, for I long to prove No lapse of moons can canker Love, Whatever fickle tongues may say. And if that eye which watches guilt And goodness, and hath power to see Within the green the moulder'd tree, And towers fallen as soon as built -- O, if indeed that eye foresee Or see -- in Him is no before -- In more of life true life no more And love the indifference to be, Then might I find, ere yet the morn Breaks hither over Indian seas, That Shadow waiting with the keys, To shroud me from my proper scorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 37. AL-HALI by EDWIN ARNOLD THE BRONZE STATUE OF NAPOLEON by AUGUSTE BARBIER ROBIN'S SECRET by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE LAST MAN: ANTICIPATION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 1 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH VARIATIONS ON SAPPHO: 33 by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY ON A TWIN AT TWO YEARS OLD DEAD OF A CONSUMPTION by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |