OH, for thy wings, thou dove! Now sailing by with sunshine on thy breast; That, borne like thee above, I too might flee away, and be at rest Where wilt thou fold those plumes, Bird of the forest-shadows, holiest bird? In what rich leafy glooms, By the sweet voice of hidden waters stirred? Over what blessed home, What roof with dark, deep summer foliage crowned, O fair as ocean's foam! Shall thy bright bosom shed a gleam around? Or seekest thou some old shrine Of nymph or saint, no more by votary wooed, Though still, as if divine, Breathing a spirit o'er the solitude? Yet wherefore ask thy way? Blest, ever blest, whate'er its aim, thou art! Unto the greenwood spray, Bearing no dark remembrance at thy heart! No echoes that will blend A sadness with the whispers of the grove; No memory of a friend Far off, or dead, or changed to thee, thou dove! Oh! to some cool recess Take, take me with thee on the summer wind, Leaving the weariness And all the fever of this life behind: The aching and the void Within the heart, whereunto none reply, The young bright hopes destroyed -- Bird! bear me with thee through the sunny sky! Wild wish, and longing vain, And brief upspringing to be glad and free! Go to thy woodland reign: My soul is bound and held -- I may not flee. For even by all the fears And thoughts that haunt my dreams -- untold, unknown And burning woman's tears, Poured from mine eyes in silence and alone; Had I thy wings, thou dove! High 'midst the gorgeous isles of cloud to soar, Soon the strong cords of love Would draw me earthwards -- homewards -- yet once more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF A PHOTOGRAPHER by KAREN SWENSON MY LITTLE DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PSALM 133 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LES HALLES D'YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WEDDING FEAST: 5 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH FORTUNATUS NIMIUM by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |