Will my love come to me? Alas! I have no love. Though in green and rainy places The fronds of the ferns uncurl, And violets lift their faces To a crescent moon of pearl. Will my love come to me? Alas! I have no love. Far off -- somewhere -- a shining head -- O sweet Lord Christ who canst raise the dead, Take my soul and give me my love instead! Will my love come to me? Alas! I have no love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORIDON'S SONG (IN ISAAK WALTON'S 'COMPLEAT ANGLER') by JOHN CHALKHILL MEMORY'S VISIT by DEAN ALETTA BAILLIE URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE SECOND CANTO, OR FIRST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE SORDELLO: BOOK 5 by ROBERT BROWNING VENICE; A FRAGMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |