I knew you thought of me all night, I knew, though you were far away; I felt your love blow over me As if a dark wind-riven sea Drenched me with quivering spray. There are so many ways to love And each way has its own delight -- Then be content to come to me Only as spray the beating sea Drives inland through the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN A SWEDISH GRAVEYARD by EMMA LAZARUS HORACE TO LEUCONOE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SPIRITUAL ISOLATION: A FRAGMENT by ISAAC ROSENBERG BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL |