OVER the dead line we have called to you To come across with a word to us, Some beaten whisper of what happens Where you are over the dead line Deaf to our calls and voiceless. The flickering shadows have not answered Nor your lips sent a signal Whether love talks and roses grow And the sun breaks at morning Splattering the sea with crimson. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD SQUIRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE JOYS OF THE ROAD by BLISS CARMAN THE ODYSSEY: THE GARDENS OF ALCINOUS by HOMER THE MARYLAND BATTALION [AUGUST 27, 1776] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER THE FLATTERERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS I GREET THEE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS A SONG OF THE WESTERN EDEN by HOPE S. BARBER URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE SECOND CANTO, OR FIRST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE |