IF Will had wings, How fast I'd flee, To the home of my heart O'er the seething sea! If Wishes were power, If Words were spells, I'd be this hour Where my own love dwells. My own love dwells In the storied land, Where the Holy Wells Sleep in yellow sand; And the emerald lustre Of Paradise beams, Over homes that cluster Round singing streams. I, sighing, alas! Exist alone; My youth is as grass On an unsunned stone; Bright to the eye, But unfelt below, As sunbeams that lie Over Arctic snow. My heart is a lamp That love must relight, Or the world's fire-damp Will quench it quite; In the breast of my dear, My life-tide springs -- Oh! I'd hurry home here, If Will had wings. For she never was weary Of blessing me, When morn rose dreary On thatch and tree; She evermore chanted Her song of Faith, When darkness daunted On hill and heath. If Will had wings, How fast I'd flee To the home of my heart O'er the seething sea! If Wishes were power, If Words were spells, I'd be this hour Where my own love dwells. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONNET TO THOSE WHO SEE BUT DARKLY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GIFT TO SING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |