Suppose that in my poem you shall find A wave so thrilled and lifted by the wind, By him to her own sweeter motion moved, And in that motion so with rapture loved, That all the sounding round them of the sea Became the music of their unity, And warm light fell across them from the west, And warm love from the beating in her breast Touched him, but clasped him not, nor gave him rest . . . When in your slender veins its verses sing, Will you be dreaming or remembering? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF CHARLESTON HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE DIRGE FOR THE LATE JAMES CURRIE, M.D., OF LIVERPOOL by LUCY AIKEN THE YOUTH OF MAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 3 by GEORGE BARKER CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: APOLOGY TO CLEO by WILLIAM BASSE EPITAPH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |