If only up the straits the tempest flew, Up the blue waters, past the perilous spray To where the clustered cypresses are blue Above pale stairs that touch the lisping bay, I should not care, I should not greatly care -- If only up the straits the tempest flew! If only up the straits my spirit flew As once it flew when sails were all my wings, To that deep garden where the moon is blue And sea-sounds soften close-lipped whisperings, I should not care, I should not greatly care -- If only up the straits my spirit flew! Death could not keep me from the arms of you, But I should die again upon your mouth While all the swaying garden changed from blue To red, and softer grew your bosom's south. I should not care, I should not greatly care, Dying again upon the mouth of you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 41 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WRINKLES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR FRIENDSHIP'S MYSTERY, TO MY DEAREST LUCASIA by KATHERINE PHILIPS SESTET SENT TO A FRIEND WITH A VOLUME OF TENNYSON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SINGERS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |