When sparrows build, and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries, For I know there is dawn in the far, far north, And a scarlet sun doth rise; Like a scarlet fleece the snow-field spreads, And the icy founts run free, And the bergs begin to bow their heads, And plunge, and sail in the sea. O my lost love, and my own, own love, And my love that loved me so! Is there never a chink in the world above Where they listen for words from below? Nay, I spoke once, and I grieved thee sore, I remember all that I said, And now thou wilt hear me no more - no more Till the sea gives up her dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIRTUE [OR, VERTUE] by GEORGE HERBERT THE STORY OF URIAH by RUDYARD KIPLING SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PETIT THE POET by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DEPARTURE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FAR EAST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON THE DEATH OF A MOTHER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |