As rivers seek the sea, Much more deep than they, So my soul seeks thee Far away; As running rivers moan On their course alone, So I moan Left alone. As the delicate rose To the sun's sweet strength Doth herself unclose, Breadth and length; So spreads my heart to thee Unveiled utterly, I to thee Utterly. As morning dew exhales Sunwards pure and free So my spirit fails After thee. As dew leaves not a trace On the green earth's face; I, no trace On thy face. Its goal the river knows, Dewdrops find a way, Sunlight cheers the rose In her day: Shall I, lone sorrow past, Find thee at the last? Sorrow past, Thee at last? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH EPILOGUE TO THE SATIRES: DIALOGUE 1 by ALEXANDER POPE MANNERLY MARGERY, MILK AND ALE by JOHN SKELTON TO A GENTLEMAN & LADY ON THE DEATH ... CHILD NAMED AVIS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY LET ME FORGET by OMA CARLYLE ANDERSON |