NOW reigns the joyful May time, The air is blossom-sweet, As fragrant as the hay-time When spring and summer meet; But here in London's very heart, all radiant of spring, To a bay as blue as Naples a thought has taken wing. I let the Thames go dreaming Beneath the crowded ships, Along the Hudson gleaming My boat her rudder dips, And under bright, unclouded skies, where all the world is young, I meet the faces Memory has often wept and sung. I clasp the hands I shall not touch Till deeper seas are past, I look on eyes that gave me much When I looked back at last; Though death has snapped the cable, yet love that understands May leave the broken message in Love's unerring hands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAIRY TALE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE SOCIOLOGY OF TOYOTAS AND JADE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by HAYDEN CARRUTH ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUR WORLD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |