I HAVE been where the white lilies blow That no heart ponders; I have been where the rose-thickets grow, And love never wanders; Where the laurel-branch unbroken Forgets the songful strife; I have found this Death-in-life; 'Tis in Wild Eden! There over the low lilied lawns, Down rose-leaf alleys, She moves under silent dawns Through songless valleys; Cold rose and snow-cold lilies Shall for the maid be strewn, Nor laurel for her moan; 'Tis in Wild Eden! I have sent my songs up to her — Sweetly youth left me; I have given my manhood to woo her, And of all bereft me; And nightly I wake from the garden That lieth remote, apart, On the bourn of the hopeless heart; — 'Tis in Wild Eden. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLILOQUY OF A TURKEY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE PHANTOM KISS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR RETURN OF THE NATIVE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN OUR PRISONERS OF WAR IN GERMANY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: APOLLO AND THE FATES by ROBERT BROWNING |