AT morn, beside yon summer sea, Young Hope and Love reclined; But scarce had noon-tide come, when he Into his bark leapt smilingly, And left poor Hope behind. I go, said Love, "to sail awhile Across this sunny main; And then so sweet his parting smile, That Hope, who never dreamt of guile, Believed he ' d come again. She lingered there till evening's beam Along the waters lay; And o'er the sands, in thoughtful dream , Oft traced his name, which still the stream As often washed away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEOPLE'S SURROUNDINGS by MARIANNE MOORE SONNET: AUTUMN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MY MADONNA by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE CREMATION OF SAM MCGEE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE SPRING SONG by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF NEW YORK CITY by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE FUNERAL OF ANTONIO GIANNO by STIRLING BOWEN SIC ITUR by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE PASSING OF SPAIN FROM THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE |