I sought you but I could not find you, all night long I called you, but you would not answer -- all the night I wandered over hill and valley, heaven was bright With crowded stars, and I was calling you in many a song. The road through wood and meadow rambled here and there: Few were the travellers on that lonely road, and none Had heard of you by wood or meadowland -- not one Had heard of you, or seen you passing anywhere. At midnight, thirsting for your loveliness, I lay Under the shadow of the leafy hill, and cried Three times, calling upon your name. No voice replied . . . The pebbly brooks went babbling, babbling, all the way. The waters had a drowsy sound, the hills were steep -- My heart grew tired travelling; but there was no place That suited me, and I was homesick for your face. Dreaming of you, at the wood's edge I fell asleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GENEVIEVE AND ALEXANDRA (2) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WRITTEN FOR MY SON, AND SPOKEN BY HIM AT HIS FIRST PUTTING ON BREECHES by MARY BARBER THE LITTLE BEACH BIRD by RICHARD HENRY DANA (1787-1879) EPITAPH ON THOMAS CLERE, SURREY'S FAITHFUL FRIEND AND FOLLOWER by HENRY HOWARD |