I Where have I known thee, dear, in what strange place, Midst what caprices of our alien fate; Where have I bowed, worshipping this thy face, And hunger'd for thee, as now, insatiate? Tell me, white soul, that through those starry veils Keep'st steadfast vigil o'er my wavering spirit. On what far sea trimm'd we our darkling sails When fell the shadow o'er that we now inherit? Two tempest-driven souls were we, or glad With the young joy that recks of no tomorrow: Or were we as now inexplicably sad Before the coming twilight of new Sorrow? Did our flesh quail as now this poor flesh quails. Our faces blanch, as mine; as thine that pales! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORTEGE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ODE FOR MEMORIAL DAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MOON-BRIGHT DREAMS by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS MORE WALKS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM BRYANT'S BIRTHPLACE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES CHORUS OF A SONG THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY ALBERT CHEVALIER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |