TAKE back the virgin page, White and unwritten still; Some hand, more calm and sage, The leaf must fill. Thoughts come as pure as light, Pure as even @3you@1 require; But oh! each word I write Love turns to fire. Yet let me keep the book; Oft shall my heart renew, When on its leaves I look, Dear thoughts of you. Like you, 'tis fair and bright; Like you, too bright and fair To let wild passion write One wrong wish there. Haply, when from those eyes Far, far away I roam, Should calmer thoughts arise Towards you and home; Fancy may trace some line Worthy those eyes to meet, Thoughts that not burn, but shine. Pure, calm, and sweet. And as, o'er ocean far, Seamen their records keep, Led by some hidden star Through the cold deep; So may the words I write Tell through what storms I stray -- @3You@1 still the unseen light Guiding my way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC IN THE NIGHT by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD HAVE YOU PLANTED A TREE? by HENRY ABBEY THE REASON by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) THE LAST MAN: MEDITATION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES RECOGNITION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN UNDER THE TREES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |