I have endured a week's oblivion Of foreign faces, I have seen the dawn Blush through veiled windows, and not vainly sought Refuge from your intolerable thought. Now, as I tread these London streets again, There grows up softly, from the night and rain, The same old ghostly haunting of your eyes; And the old poisonous mist of memories Rises about me, and the old desire Quickens along my veins in sharper fire. O! I am lost, you will not set me free, Unless I turn again, and seek the sea, Some vague new world of waters, bounded by The soft and sudden barrier of the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADRIGAL by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE by THOMAS GRAY THE STRAYED REVELLER by MATTHEW ARNOLD WOODEN WHEELS by LOWELL C. BALLARD HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 5 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |