X. AS soon as each unquiet day Is hushed into the calm of night, As wild birds wing their homeward way To one dear nest, in thought I stray To thee, beloved, and from their flight Call back the hours of past delight, Which Fancy brings so deeply true It seems those joys are known anew, And from my blissful trance I start Waked by the throbs of my own heart. Ah! once that throbbing heart was pressed To one which throbbed in sweet reply, And then 'twas pillowed to its rest Upon so fair, so fond a breast, And watched o'er by so kind an eye, That never could it live to sigh For all it left, unless it dared To hope that all which then it shared With thee, beloved, shared again Shall recompense its present pain. Yes, dearest, we shall meet once more; And if—thy heart unchanged as mine— We meet as we have met before, How shall I hang enraptured o'er The languor of that look divine Which tells me "I indeed am thine!" Till on thy bosom faint I fall, And to its pantings musical Listening am lulled, while my charmed eyelids close, Cushioned on that which rocked them to repose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLUMBIAN ODE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AIRY NOTHINGS. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A MINUTE by INNOKENTI FYODOROVICH ANNENSKY A REMEMBRANCE OF SOME ENGLISH POETS by RICHARD BARNFIELD |