Wait for me, Cherrychild, when the blue dusk Falls from the silent star-spaces and fills With utter peace the great heart of the hills, Child, Cherrychild! Call to me, Cherrychild, when the blue dusk First throbs to passion among the dark hills, In the brown throats of the lone whippoorwills, Child, Cherrychild! Come to me, Cherrychild, in the blue dusk! Forlorn and loverless as the wild sea, Long have I lain alone, longing for thee, Child, Cherrychild. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOSTON EVENING TRANSCRIPT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT GASCOIGNE'S WOODMANSHIP by GEORGE GASCOIGNE SONG (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI REJECTED ADDRESSES: THE BABY'S DEBUT, BY W. W. by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) EPITAPH ON FRANCIS CHARTRES by JOHN ARBUTHNOT FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DAY OF SURPASSING BEAUTY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |