Oh, my Heart, To see before we die The black clouds gather Like midnight in the sky; And watch the sea rein back Her quivering white-maned pack That instant ere she flings them free To thunder down the track. Oh, my Heart, But once to watch again The East wind swinging The stinging whips of rain; To feel upon my face The sharp, salt spray, and chase The flying foam the combers fling Like dust-clouds in their race. Oh, my Heart, To feel again the warm Exultant youth within us Go shouting with the storm, But once -- ere yet we turn Where peaceful candles burn Above the quiet chimney-seat Where Age may rest -- and yearn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVER THE HILL TO THE POOR-HOUSE by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON SONNET (ON RECEIVING A LETTER INFORMING ME OF THE BIRTH OF A SON) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE EPIGRAM: A LAME BEGGAR by JOHN DONNE RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |