Had Mona been, as many are, Among the stars a shining star, Another with her beaming face Might shine upon me in her place. But no. She shone before my sight The moon of all my earthly light, And none like her can ever rise To lighten my benighted eyes. The winds o'er bowing saplings fly, The clouds swim on below the sky, The water winds with ceaseless speed By woody knowle and grassy mead; Yet could I ride the water's face, Or keep the wind's unslackened pace, Nor stream below nor wind above Could ever waft me to my love. But time, that brings the nights and days With silent flight, that never stays, And guides the stream from hill to lea To mingle with the rocking sea, And brings the gathering cloud on high To waft it from the clearing sky— Oh! Time alone shall lead me on At last to where my love is gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROMEO AND JULIET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 18. AL-RAZZAK by EDWIN ARNOLD YEARNING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE NIMROD: 4 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH CAELIA: SONNETS: 2 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) LOVE SONGS: 8 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) PATIENCE AND HOPE by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |