Far away, As we hear The song of wild swans winging Through the day, The thought of him, who is no more, comes ringing On my ear. Gentle fear On the breast Of my memory comes breaking, Near and near, As night winds' murmurous music waking Seas at rest. As the blest Tearful eye Sees the sun, behind the ocean, Red i' th' west, Grow pale, and in changing hues and fading motion Wane and die: So do I Wake or dream * * * | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS GOOD-NIGHT TO THE SEASON by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE ROSE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE RIVER STOUR by WILLIAM BARNES VINCENT VAN GOGH by HARRIET R. BEAN WISCONSIN by CORA BLAKESLEE BEEBE A SISTER OF SORROW: 1. UP THE ROAD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |