THERE is an island In the middle of my heart, And all day comes lapping on the shore A long silver wave. It is the lonesome wave; I cannot see the other side of it. It will never go away Until it meets the glad gold wave Of happiness! Wandering over the monstrous rocks, Looking into the caves, I see my island dark, all cold, Until the gold wave sweeps in From a sea deep blue, And flings itself on the beach. Oh, it is joy, then! No more whispers like sorrow, No more silvery lonesome lapping of the long wave . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 1. SUNRISE IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SONG BY THE WINDOW BEFORE BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONAUTICA): THE SAILING OF THE ARGO by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS NURSERY REMINISCENCES by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM LES HIBOUX by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 100. AGE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |