COME to me, Robin! The daylight is dying! Come to me now! Come, ere the cypress-tree over me sighing, Dank with the shadow-tide, circle my brow; Come, ere oblivion speed to me, flying Swifter than thou! Come to me, Robin! The far echoes waken Cold to my cry! Oh! with the swallow-wing, love overtaken, Hence to the Echo-land, homeward, to fly! Thou art my life, Robin. Oh! love-forsaken, How can I die? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN YEAR by SARA COLERIDGE ODE FOR A SOCIAL MEETING, WITH SLIGHT ALTERATIONS BY A TEETOTALER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SONNET: LOVE'S HEIGHT by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: PROSPICENCE by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS PINE MUSIC by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |