I SOMETIMES wonder if the hand of Fate Caused you to come my way with eager eyes, Who knows? — and it is folly to debate — Did I your presence there through long hours wait? I only know you came, and then the skies Took on the crimson tints of Paradise, And when, reluctant, from your side I turned, I found new hope, new life within me rise And all my dead past's soul awoke and burned To pass up through your heart's fair palace gate! Forgive me, dear, till now I never knew The heights and depths of that which we call time, But thou hast taught my soul that broader view Which sweeps the world —but not the heart of you, And these my fears — that only in the clime Of other realms where we shall know the chime Of these strange discords in our hearts of clay, Shall I with you, Beloved, find perfect rhyme! Till then, here the kingdom of the day I only wish to live and learn of you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO-MORROW TO FRESH WOODS AND PASTURES NEW' by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ADAM WEIRAUCH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BLIND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE |