THAT morning when I trod the town The twitching chimes of long renown Played out to me The sweet Sicilian sailors' tune, And I knew not if late or soon My day would be: A day of sunshine beryl-bright And windless; yea, think as I might, I could not say, Even to within years' measure, when One would be at my side who then Was far away. When hard utilitarian times Had stilled the sweet Saint-Peter's chimes I learnt to see That bale may spring where blisses are, And one desired might be afar Though near to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE OWL CRITIC by JAMES THOMAS FIELDS HASTE NOT! REST NOT! by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE by RUDYARD KIPLING TRUST IN GOD by NORMAN MACLEOD (1812-1872) REUBEN BRIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN SCHOOL-DAYS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |