WHEN I walked roseless tracks and wide, Ere dawned your date for meeting me, O why did you not cry Halloo Across the stretch between, and say: 'We move, while years as yet divide, On closing lines which - though it be You know me not nor I know you - Will intersect and join some day!' Then well I had borne Each scraping thorn; But the winters froze, And grew no rose; No bridge bestrode The gap at all; No shape you showed, And I heard no call! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORONATION by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON THE SURRENDER AT APPOMATTOX [APRIL 9, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE A GENTLE ECHO ON WOMAN (IN THE DORIC MANNER) by JONATHAN SWIFT AIR AN' LIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES IDYLL 1. THE EPITAPH OF ADONIS by BION |