At peace here -- I feel you about me. Do not think that I disdain your fine clothing, The distinction of your robes clinging about the shoulders, The magnificence of your ruddy hair, the grace of your distinguished bearing As you move athwart me -- here keeping Pace to your splendors with my heart beats! Surely the air were bare indeed Were I not reaching up into it continually To feel you passing. But mighty and many as you are There is one I have never seen among you, Some small passer it may be: it is she keeps me waiting. When she comes -- if she come -- in the end, I shall spring up beside her well at ease And we will join you all wherever you may be circling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 31 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BENJAMIN PANTIER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EROTION by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 1. THE MARVELLOUS SEED OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES SELF-COMMUNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE WAR AUTOBIOGRAPHY; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |