I sought you but I could not find you, all night long I called you, but you would not answer -- all the night I wandered over hill and valley, heaven was bright With crowded stars, and I was calling you in many a song. The road through wood and meadow rambled here and there: Few were the travellers on that lonely road, and none Had heard of you by wood or meadowland -- not one Had heard of you, or seen you passing anywhere. At midnight, thirsting for your loveliness, I lay Under the shadow of the leafy hill, and cried Three times, calling upon your name. No voice replied . . . The pebbly brooks went babbling, babbling, all the way. The waters had a drowsy sound, the hills were steep -- My heart grew tired travelling; but there was no place That suited me, and I was homesick for your face. Dreaming of you, at the wood's edge I fell asleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SYMPATHY (2) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 131 by PETRARCH WORK by ALEKSANDR SERGEYEVICH PUSHKIN A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A FAREWELL TO TOWN by NICHOLAS BRETON FRAGMENT WRITTEN SHORTLY AFTER THE MARRIAGE OF MISS CHAWORTH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |