OVER gray skies or shining, Skimming the tall palm-groves, Where rose-tipt briars are twining, Go by the wild gray doves. Wide-winged for ever wending If suns rise up or fall, They follow the unending Far glory of them all. From every sky imploring In torrid climes or chill, New summits beyond soaring And newer seasons still. Thus year by year we wander, Wild doves that never tire, To find for ever yonder Our haven of desire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARAB by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY TO HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 27 FEB. 1867 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO THE LADYBIRD by MOTHER GOOSE ODE [FOR MUSIC] ON ST. CECILIA'S DAY by ALEXANDER POPE THE GUERDON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DEFIANT OF DEATH by EVA K. ANGLESBURG |