YONDER o'er the sea like a swallow hasting over, Fain would I fly till I reached the shore beyond! Vainly I long who am held a captive lover; With three strands of golden thread she hath my heart in bond. One is her glance, and one her smile compelling, One is her lip like a flower nigh to fall; Nay, but I love too well, and suffer beyond telling; With three strands of golden thread she hath my heart in thrall. Ah! If I might break the so stubborn knots that bind me, Bid farewell to weeping and to pain, a truant flown! But ah! No! No! Better death in anguish find me, Than rend you asunder golden threads that she hath sewn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOING AND STAYING by THOMAS HARDY LINES TO A NASTURTIUM (A LOVER MUSES) by ANNE SPENCER THE SUPLIANTS: IO. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS LOVE AFTER SORROW by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO ONE IN A GARDEN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THREE EPISTLES TO G. LLOYD ON A PASSAGE FROM HOMER'S ILIAD: 2 by JOHN BYROM |