She had left all on earth for him, Her home of wealth, her name of pride, And now his lamp of love was dim, And, sad to tell, she had not died. She watched the crimson sun's decline, From some lone rock that fronts the sea, -- "I would, O burning heart of mine, There were an ocean-rest for thee. "The thoughtful moon awaits her turn, The stars compose their choral crown, But those soft lights can never burn, Till once the fiery sun is down." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWEET CLOVER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SPARROW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LIFE [AND THE FLOWERS] by GEORGE HERBERT AT THE CEDARS by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT CHAMPAGNE, 1914-1915 by ALAN SEEGER SONGS OF TRAVEL: 45. TO S.R. CROCKETT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A CHRISTMAS HYMN by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THE COMBAT, BETWEENE CONSCIENCE AND COVETOUSNESSE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |