WHEN twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star, whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love. And, thou too on that orb so dear, Ah, dost thou gaze at even; And think, though lost for ever here, Thou'lt yet be mine in heaven? There's not a garden-walk I tread, There's not a flower I see, love, But brings to mind some hope that's fled, Some joy I've lost with thee, love. And still I wish that hour was near, When friends and foes forgiven, The pains, the ills we've wept through here May turn to smiles in heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENITENTIAL PSALM: 6. DOMINE NE IN FURORE by THOMAS WYATT FROST AT MIDNIGHT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 20. EVER PRESENT by PHILIP AYRES TO THE LARK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A DREAM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WAR AUTOBIOGRAPHY; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 42 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |