There where you lie now, are you quite content When dawn is trembling like a scattered rose On Loma's hills, while life still brims and blows Southing for me; mystic -- magnificent For me? And when white East is spent With seeking you, at last the last shade goes Past San Clement's rim? Lost heart, who knows What were your word -- you voiceless, impotent? Dream you of Loma in oblivion? Of Loma's lark songs curved about the blue Beyond these little streets where we have gone Whispering of homes and lovers? Peaceful, you? While streets of summering Loma bourgeon With orange poppies, callas, wormwood, rue? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHRISTMAS HYMN (OLD STYLE: 1837) by ALFRED DOMETT A SEA DIALOGUE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE SHADOWS by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 23. AL-KHAFIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD |