IT is all calm this love you give to me. My life goes gently in a cloistered hold Whose windows open to the scanty gold Of tender twilight on a waveless sea. This is the joy I thought might never be, The comfort granted and the ease untold; This is the dream fulfilled, that in the old Despiteful days I sought for wearily. Oh strange, most strange, that from this peace I turn To think of one who rode a dangerous way, One night of winds, beneath a moon-mad sky, Reckless as flame that leaps to cleave and burn, A wild, glad lover speeding to obey The mocking fate that bade him kiss and die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOW TIDE ON GRAND-PRE by BLISS CARMAN TO ANTHEA [WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING] by ROBERT HERRICK THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM; FROM HER BOY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LONDON, 1802 (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE CASE OF EDGAR ABBOTT AND PHILIP RIDD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |