Oh liquid moon that silvers the rims Of the mountain heights, Oh lotus-flower that floats and swims In the island nights. Oh pale white arms that are stretched to me With a siren's song, I answer the spell of your witchery; I come! I come! Wait but awhile, oh white, white arms, Wait but awhile. I feel your power and I want your charms; I need your guile. Let me but plant one red, red rose On my true Love's tomb, Then your tide shall bear me wherever it flows. I come! I come! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE LOW-BACKED CAR by SAMUEL LOVER THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 22 by OMAR KHAYYAM PLUTARCH by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS TO HIS MISTRESS; AN ODE by ANACREON CALMNESS OF THE SUBLIME by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THE PRAYER OF BRUTUS by MARCUS JUNIUS BRUTUS |