Remnants of this soul of mine, This same self that once was me, Flock and gather and grow one, Whole once more at thought of thee. Never yet was such a love, So supremely fond as thou; Never mortal lover yet So beloved as thine is now. I a foam-head in the sea, Thou the tide to lift and run; I a sombre-crested hill, Thou the purple light thereon. Tide may ebb and light may fail, But not love's sincerity, -- More enduring than the sun, More compelling than the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A CUBAN GARDEN by SARA TEASDALE HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: SUNRISE by SIDNEY LANIER THE JEW'S GIFT; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE METEMPSYCHOSIS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MY LOYAL LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |