Morn and eve a star invites me , One imploring, silver star, Woos me, calls me, lures me, lights me, O'er the desert deep afar To a lovely Orient land, Where the sun at morning early Rises fresh and young and glowing, Where the air is light and bland, And the rain-drops fall so pearly. Therefore am I going, going Home to this, my lovely land, Where the sun at morning early Rises fresh and young and glowing, Where the airs are light and bland, And the rain is warm and pearly! All unheeding, all unknowing, I am speeding, I am going- Going home to my-to my land, To my only lonely island In the desert deep afar. Yet, unknowing and undreaming, Why I go, or how, or whither, Save that one imploring star, Ever burning, ever beaming, Woos me, lures me, lights me thither! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO NATURE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AN ODE IN IMITATION OF ALCAEUS by WILLIAM JONES ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE: THE POWER OF MUSIC by SAMUEL LISLE THE CAVALIER'S SONG by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL BREAK, BREAK, BREAK by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BLACKBIRD by ALFRED TENNYSON THE EAGLE OF SONG by BACCHYLIDES TWELVE SONNETS: 10. THY WHITENESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |