O Wind, that hath my stars, come back to me, And place them in my heart as once before. O dove-white Peace, give back, give back the key, That I may thus unlock thy fast-closed door. O Love, why art thou like a bitter sea, Casting thy bitter weeds upon my shore? O Stars, the wind hath drowned thee in that sea, And what is lost therein shall rise no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO by EDWARD LEAR HYMN TO SANTA RITA; THE PATRON SAINT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE by ALVEY AUGUSTUS ADEE YOU MAY REMEMBER by LULU PIPER AIKEN GRIEF WAS SENT THEE FOR THY GOOD by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY QUATORZAINS: 2. THOUGHTS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |