Troop home to silent grots and caves, Troop home! and mimic as you go The mournful winding of the waves Which to their dark abysses flow. At this sweet hour, all things beside In amorous pairs to covert creep; The swans that brush the evening tide Homeward in snowy couples keep. In his green den the murmuring seal Close by his sleek companion lies; While singly we to bedward steal, And close in fruitless sleep our eyes. In bowers of love men take their rest, In loveless bowers we sigh alone, With bosom-friends are others blest,— But we have none! but we have none! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WEIGHING THE BABY by ETHEL LYNN BEERS THE SEA AND THE SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS HOPEFULLY WAITING by ANSON DAVIES FITZ RANDOLPH HUMAN IGNORANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 21. 'TIS CONSTANCY THAT GAINS THE PRIZE by PHILIP AYRES THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 2. RIVER SONG by WILLIAM A. BEATTY |