ALONE, O Love, I seek the blossoming glades, The bright, accustomed alleys of delight, Pomegranate-gardens of the mellowing dawn, Serene and sumptuous orchards of the night. Alone, O Love, I breast the shimmering waves, The changing tides of life's familiar streams, Wide seas of hope, swift rivers of desire, The moon-enchanted estuary of dreams. But no compassionate wind or comforting star Brings me sweet word of thine abiding place ... In what predestined hour of joy or tears Shall I attain the sanctuary of thy face? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 12 by STEPHEN CRANE THE NEW EZEKIEL by EMMA LAZARUS UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 25. MOTHER AND SON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 16. THE DEAREST FRIENDS ARE THE AULDEST FRIENDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE WORLD'S TRIUMPHS by MATTHEW ARNOLD DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER |