LOVE only comes to me when thou art gone: Then he draws to me in his might, Sundering with his infinite Power, as a far, wide space, Till I cannot see thy face; And I wonder If Love so great will not keep us for ever asunder. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 106 by ALFRED TENNYSON VERS LIBRE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS THE TEACHER OF MEN by AESCHYLUS LINES TO MRS. KEMBLE, IN THE CHARACTER OF YARICO by ROBERT BURNS |