NOW reigns the joyful May time, The air is blossom-sweet, As fragrant as the hay-time When spring and summer meet; But here in London's very heart, all radiant of spring, To a bay as blue as Naples a thought has taken wing. I let the Thames go dreaming Beneath the crowded ships, Along the Hudson gleaming My boat her rudder dips, And under bright, unclouded skies, where all the world is young, I meet the faces Memory has often wept and sung. I clasp the hands I shall not touch Till deeper seas are past, I look on eyes that gave me much When I looked back at last; Though death has snapped the cable, yet love that understands May leave the broken message in Love's unerring hands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN PELHAM by JAMES RYDER RANDALL IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 82 by ALFRED TENNYSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 47. AL-HAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE KING'S PICTURE by HELEN LOUISE BARRON BOSTWICK HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 29 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE APE AND THE FOX, ON THE FRUITS OF GREEDINESS AND CREDULITY by JOHN BYROM |