I meant to find Her when I came - Death - had the same design - But the Success - was His - it seems - And the Surrender - Mine - I meant to tell Her how I longed For just this single time - But Death had told Her so the first - And she had past, with Him - To wander - now - is my Repose - To rest - To rest would be A privilege of Hurricane To Memory - and Me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL SAGE COUNSEL by ARTHUR THOMAS QUILLER-COUCH VAN ELSEN by FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT THE SWALLOWS by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS THE MARCH OF XERXES by LUIGI ALAMANNI TRANQUIL HABIT by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER EPITHALAMIUM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |