The dubious light sad glimmers o'er the sky: 'Tis Silence all. By lonely anguish torn With wandering feet to gloomy groves I fly, And wakeful Love still tracks my course forlorn. Ah! will you, cruel Julia! will you go? And trust you to the Ocean's dark dismay? Shall the wide wat'ry world between us flow? And Winds unpitying snatch my Hopes away? Thus could you sport with my too easy heart? Yet tremble, lest not unavenged I grieve! The Winds may learn your own delusive art, And faithless Ocean smile -- but to deceive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL EUROPE A PROPHECY by WILLIAM BLAKE ILLUSIONS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE by RUDYARD KIPLING DORIS; A PASTORAL by ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY |