Pilgrim forget; in this dark tide Sinks the salt tear to peace at last; Here undeluding dreams abide, All sorrow past. Nods the wild ivy on her stem; The voiceless bird broods on the bough; The silence and the song of them Untroubled now. Free that poor captive's flutterings, That struggles in thy tired eyes, Solace its discontented wings, Quiet its cries! Knells now the dewdrop to its fall, The sad wind sleeps no more to rove; Rest, for my arms ambrosial Ache for thy love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF CHRISTMAS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE HAUNTED OAK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ECHOES OF SPRING: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND A FOREIGN TONGUE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE FIRE SIDE; A PASTORAL SOLILOQUY by ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A FANCY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE BALL, 1789 by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |