LONG years ago, within a distant clime, Ere Love had touched me with his wand sublime, I dreamed of one to make my life's calm May The panting passion of a summer's day. And ever since, in almost sad suspense, I have been waiting with a soul intense To greet and take unto myself the beams, Of her, my star, the lady of my dreams. O Love, still longed and looked for, come to me, Be thy far home by mountain, vale, or sea. My yearning heart may never find its rest Until thou liest rapt upon my breast. The wind may bring its perfume from the south, Is it so sweet as breath from my love's mouth? Oh, naught that surely is, and naught that seems May turn me from the lady of my dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAD GARDENER'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON A PRAYER FOR THE NEW YEAR by LAURA F. ARMITAGE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 87. AL-GHANI by EDWIN ARNOLD LA BEAUTE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE DYING DRAGOMAN by MATHILDE BLIND THE EPSOM DUEL, 1689 by THOMAS (TOM) BROWN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. LUCIFER by EDWARD CARPENTER FASHION'S FOLLY by S. W. CHAMBERLAIN TO CUPID, A FOOLISH POET, OCCASION'D BY AS FOOLISH A POEM OF HIS ... by CHARLES COTTON |