As, gazing on the Pleiades, We count each fair and starry one, Yet wander from the light of these To muse upon the Pleiad gone -- As, bending o'er fresh-gather'd flowers, The rose's most enchanting hue Reminds us but of other hours Whose roses were all lovely too -- So, dearest, when I rove among The bright ones of this foreign sky, And mark the smile, and list the song, And watch the dancers gliding by, The fairer still they seem to be, The more it stirs a thought of thee! The sad, sweet bells of twilight chime, Of many hearts may touch but one, And so this seeming careless rhyme Will whisper to thy heart alone. I give it to the winds! The bird, Let loose, to his far nest will flee, And love, though breathed but on a word, Will find thee over land and sea. Though clouds across the sky have driven, We trust the star at last will shine, And like the very light of heaven I trust thy love. @3Trust thou in mine!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT by EDWARD LEAR EXILED by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 74. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER (OLD & NEW ART) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI OUR MASTER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER COMPLAINS OF THE COURT by PHILIP AYRES THE SLUGGARD by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |