ALONE, O Love, I seek the blossoming glades, The bright, accustomed alleys of delight, Pomegranate-gardens of the mellowing dawn, Serene and sumptuous orchards of the night. Alone, O Love, I breast the shimmering waves, The changing tides of life's familiar streams, Wide seas of hope, swift rivers of desire, The moon-enchanted estuary of dreams. But no compassionate wind or comforting star Brings me sweet word of thine abiding place ... In what predestined hour of joy or tears Shall I attain the sanctuary of thy face? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST SOMEBODY LOVED ME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS AT SAGAMORE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS VARIATIONS ON A THEME: ROMANCE by EDITH SITWELL MANOKWARI, IRIAN JAYA; IN MEMORIAM, ALFRED RUSSEL WALLACE by KAREN SWENSON |