THOU art welcome, O thou warning voice! My soul hath pined for thee; Thou art welcome as sweet sounds from shore To wanderer on the sea. I hear thee in the rustling woods, In the sighing vernal airs; Thou call'st me from the lonely earth With a deeper tone than theirs. The lonely earth! Since kindred steps From its green paths are fled, A dimness and a hush have lain O'er all its beauty spread. The silence of th' unanswering soul Is on me and around; My heart hath echoes but for @3thee@1, Thou still, small, warning sound! Voice after voice hath died away, Once in my dwelling heard; Sweet household name by name hath changed To grief's forbidden word! From dreams of night on each I call, Each of the far removed; And waken to my own wild cry -- "Where are ye, my beloved?" Ye left me! and earth's flowers were dim With records of the past; And stars poured down another light Than o'er my youth they cast. Birds will not sing as once they sung, When ye were at my side, And mournful tones are in the wind Which I heard not till ye died! Thou art welcome, O thou summoner! Why should the last remain? What eye can reach my heart of hearts, Bearing in light again? E'en could this be, too much of fear O'er love would now be thrown. -- Away! away! from time, from change, Once more to meet my own! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROSPECT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FRIENDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MORAL FABLES: THE WOLF AND THE WETHER by AESOP MY DEAREST JULIA by WILLIAM BARNES SONNET: 13 by RICHARD BARNFIELD IN MEMORY OF AGOSTINO ISOLA, OF CAMBRIDGE, WHO DIED 1797 by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 51. FAREWELL TO JULIET (13) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |