As, in lone fairy-lands, up some rich shelf Of golden sand the wild wave moaningly Heaps its unvalued sea-wealth, weed and gem, Then creeps back slow into the salt sad sea: So from my life's new searched deeps to thee, Beloved, I cast these weed-flowers. Smile on them. More than they mean I know not to express. So I shrink back into my old sad self, Far from all words where love lies fathomless. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CREDO by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INTOXICATION by EMILY DICKINSON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 28. THE WELSH MARCHES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 38 by EDWARD TAYLOR A DAISY FROM THE PARTHENON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES WRITTEN ON A GLOOMY DAY, IN SICKNESS. THACKWOOD, 4TH JUNE, 1786 by SUSANNA BLAMIRE |