IT sings to me in sunshine, It whispers all day long, My heartache like an echo Repeats the wistful song: Only a quaint old love-lilt, Wherein my life is hid, -- "My body is in Segovia, But my soul is in Madrid!" I dream, and wake, and wonder, For dream and day are one, Alight with vanished faces, And days forever done. They smile and shine around me As long ago they did; For my body is in Segovia, But my soul is in Madrid! Through inland hills and forests I hear the ocean breeze, The creak of straining cordage, The rush of mighty seas, The lift of angry billows Through which a swift keel slid; For my body is in Segovia, But my soul is in Madrid. O fair-haired little darlings Who bore my heart away! A wide and woeful ocean Between us roars to-day; Yet am I close beside you Though time and space forbid; My body is in Segovia, But my soul is in Madrid. If I were once in heaven, There would be no more sea; My heart would cease to wander, My sorrows cease to be; My sad eyes sleep forever, In dust and daisies hid, And my body leave Segovia. -- Would my soul forget Madrid? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BINSEY POPLARS (FELLED 1879) by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS HIMALAYA by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG THE TUTELAGE by ROBERT MOWRY BELL MEMORIALS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON YOUNGSTER AND OLDSTER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SONNET by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE |