WHY be at pains that I should know You sought not me? Do breezes, then, make features glow So rosily? Come, the lit port is at our back, And the tumbling sea; Elsewhere the lampless uphill track To uncertainty! O should not we two waifs join hands? I am alone, You would enrich me more than lands By being my own. Yet, though this facile moment flies, Close is your tone, And ere to-morrow's dewfall dries I plough the unknown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET COMPOSED ON A JOURNEY HOMEWARD by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO A YOUNG ASS; ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SONNET: 22. TO THE SAME [CYRIACK SKINNER] by JOHN MILTON LOCHABER NO MORE by ALLAN RAMSAY A WORKING PARTY by SIEGFRIED SASSOON A STREET SKETCH by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY |