As softly in our shallop swaying slow On dark waves kissed by darting stars that seem To hover close, faint lighting up our dream Like myriad fireflies, above, below -- Translucent darkness, blotting out all woe And all the dear, dead hopes that ever teem Untamed beyond the borders of their dim demesne Except when your der head is pillowed so Upon my knee; then like the waters, stars, Unfathomed, intermingling deeps, we feel Each in the other lost, and God most near. What though, red ominous, the beacon Mars Gleams o'er our course? For now we pause to heal Old wounds with silence, audible, sincere. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRACIAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A LILLIPUTIAN ODE ON THEIR MAJESTIES' ACCESSION by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) SONNET (ON RECEIVING A LETTER INFORMING ME OF THE BIRTH OF A SON) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ANACTORIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE FROGS: THE RIVAL POETS by ARISTOPHANES URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO LADY PENELOPE DYNHAM by WILLIAM BASSE ON READING THAT THE REBUILDING OF YPRES APPROACHED COMPLETION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |