There is no magic any more, We meet as other people do, You work no miracle for me Nor I for you. You were the wind and I the sea -- There is no splendor any more, I have grown listless as the pool Beside the shore. But though the pool is safe from storm And from the tide has found surcease, It grows more bitter than the sea, For all its peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERLIN'S PROPHESY by WILLIAM BLAKE WORK WITHOUT HOPE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BEAUTIFUL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE SOLDIER by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE FLIGHT OF LOVE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TELLING THE BEES by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |