Morn and eve a star invites me , One imploring, silver star, Woos me, calls me, lures me, lights me, O'er the desert deep afar To a lovely Orient land, Where the sun at morning early Rises fresh and young and glowing, Where the air is light and bland, And the rain-drops fall so pearly. Therefore am I going, going Home to this, my lovely land, Where the sun at morning early Rises fresh and young and glowing, Where the airs are light and bland, And the rain is warm and pearly! All unheeding, all unknowing, I am speeding, I am going- Going home to my-to my land, To my only lonely island In the desert deep afar. Yet, unknowing and undreaming, Why I go, or how, or whither, Save that one imploring star, Ever burning, ever beaming, Woos me, lures me, lights me thither! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OWEN SEAMAN; ESTABLISHES ENTENE CORDIALE IN MANNER GUY WETMORE CARRYL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SUMMER NIGHT-BROADWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE WINDING BANKS OF ERNE; OR, THE EMIGRANT'S ADIEU TO HIS BIRTHPLACE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM CITY ROOFS by CHARLES HANSON TOWNE THE SONG OF THE DIAL by PETER AIREY THE SHAVEN BEAUTY by YUSUF IBN HARUN AL-RAMADI TWO SONNETS: 1. CHRIST AND LOVE'S ROSE-CROWN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |