@3After the Arabic@1 Lend me thy wings, O dove, But for a day, And I will fly away, Fly to my love. Fearst thou I shall delay? Ah no! thou needst not fear, Because though I should stay But for a moment's space, To look upon his face, I shall return with love enough to last a year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE MORNING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR NOT DEAD by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER DEATH by THOMAS HOOD THE CITY AT THE END OF THINGS by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN CONJUGAL CONJUGATIONS by AMERICUS WELLINGTON BELLAW THE ZONNEBEKE ROAD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WAR'S PEOPLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FIGHT! (HARVARD-DARTMOUTH FOOTBALL GAME, 1908) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |