Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SEARCH, by MARGARET SACKVILLE Poet's Biography First Line: Oh!Where are you going to, my fine darling Last Line: And you may call a thousand years he'll never hear you call! Subject(s): Love - Loss Of; Solitude; Loneliness | ||||||||
OH! where are you going to, my fine darling, Alone on the hill-side without sock or shoon? Oh! I'm searching, searching, searching for one who used to go there, A long search, a dark search and there's no moon. Then take you my lanthorn and let us search together. Oh no! I need no lanthorn,I'll take you where he lies To where my love lies hidden!Half hidden in bog-water, With sand upon his raiment and mud within his eyes. Why then he'll hear my crying!No more than the bog-water. Why then he'll need me sorely!He needs you not at all. Deep, deep, deep he lies in sleep uncaring, And you may call a thousand years he'll never hear you call! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ABEYANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV IN A VACANT HOUSE by PHILIP LEVINE SUNDAY ALONE IN A FIFTH FLOOR APARTMENT, CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS SILENCE LIKE COOL SAND by PAT MORA THE HONEY BEAR by EILEEN MYLES |
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