THE voice of the wild goose crieth, For she hath taken her bait; [But] thy love restraineth me, I cannot loose it. So I must gather my net together. what then shall I say to my mother, To whom I come daily Laden with wild-fowl? I have not laid my net to-day, For thy love hath seized me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIVE EYES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE WARNING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE COLISEUM by EDGAR ALLAN POE A DREAM, OR THE TYPE OF THE RISING SUN by JEAN ADAMS PRIAPUS AND THE POOL: 4 by CONRAD AIKEN THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MEETING by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS STANZAS ON FINDING THE KEY OF AN OLD PIANO by E. JUSTINE BAYARD |