Isla, Isla, heart of my heart, it is you alone I am loving— Pulse my life, my flame, my joy, love is a bitter thing! Love has its killing pain, they say—and you alone I am loving— Isla, Isla, my pride, my king, love is a bitter thing! Isla, Isla, in the underworld where the elfin music is, There we shall meet one day at last, as the wave with the wind o' the south! Then you shall cry, "My Dream, my Queen!" and crown me with your kiss, And I to my Kingdom come, my king, my mouth to thy mouth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 3. AFTER THE CLUB-DANCE by THOMAS HARDY ELIOT'S OAK; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SENEX TO MATT. PRIOR by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN SMOKE IN WINTER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU EAST WIND by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN EPITAPH ON MY FATHER by ROBERT BURNS ADDRESS SPOKEN AT THE OPENING OF THE DRURY-LANE THEATRE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |