Each love-thought in thy mind doth rise As some white cloud at even, Till in sweet dews it falls on me Athirst for thee, my Heaven! My Heaven, my Heaven, thou art so far! Stoop, since I cannot climb: I would this wandering fire were lost In thee, white Star of Time! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGAINST THE REST OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN TRAFALGAR SQUARE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES PRAISE FOR AN URN; IN MEMORIAM: ERNEST NELSON by HAROLD HART CRANE THE ECSTASY [EXTASIE] by JOHN DONNE ASKING FOR ROSES by ROBERT FROST ILLUSIONS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON TIPPERARY: 4. BY OUR OWN A. E. HOUSMAN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |