When sparrows build, and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries, For I know there is dawn in the far, far north, And a scarlet sun doth rise; Like a scarlet fleece the snow-field spreads, And the icy founts run free, And the bergs begin to bow their heads, And plunge, and sail in the sea. O my lost love, and my own, own love, And my love that loved me so! Is there never a chink in the world above Where they listen for words from below? Nay, I spoke once, and I grieved thee sore, I remember all that I said, And now thou wilt hear me no more - no more Till the sea gives up her dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FREDERICKSBURG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE NIGHT MAIL NORTH (EUSTON SQUARE, 1840) by HENRY CHOLMONDELEY-PENNELL APOLOGIA PRO VITA SUA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 23RD STREET RUNS INTO HEAVEN by KENNETH PATCHEN SONGS OF TRAVEL: 46. EVENSONG by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A RECEIPT TO CURE THE VAPOURS by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU THANKSGIVING DAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |