AH, love! Come away with me To where the purple islands be; To islands in the Southern sea, Where the kindly breadfruit grows And the red hibiscus blows, Come away with me! Come soon, for fear of death, the thief; Make me a bed of fern and leaf Where I may sleep away my grief: Sleep away the sad fatigue Lying southward league on league, Come, for time is brief. And I in turn will heap thee high The scented leaves and grasses dry, And at my lord's feet softly lie Till the peerless Southern dawn Call to some enchanted lawn New delights to try. And then to range the island round And share the harvest we have found Beside our fire upon the ground; Till reflected in thine eyes, Fairer stars than these arise, So may joys abound! Come, love! Come away with me: If we return all men shall see The afterglow of ecstasy! In our eyes a light, a gleam, Deep within our eyes a dream, A magic memory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAM-PEDLARY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: FIDDLER JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DAYS GONE BY by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 22 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE TAXI by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A PUBLIC DANCE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (2) by ANYTE |